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Marcia spent the day in writing letters of thanks for wedding presents, and sheets of instructions to Waggin, who had been commandeered long before this, and was now hard at work in town on the preparations for the wedding; sorely hampered the while by Lady Coryston's absence from the scene.
"You must leave me to manage my own life and my own affairs." Lady Coryston's features quivered in her long bony face. As she sat near the window, on a high chair, fully illumined, in a black velvet dress, long-waisted, and with a kind of stand-up ruffle at the throat, she was amazingly Queen Bess.
She has still left Arthur the estates for life, but with remainder to Coryston's son, should he have one, and she has made Coryston a trustee together with Sir Wilfrid Bury.
Lady Coryston's left foot gave a sharp push to a footstool lying in her path, as though it were Glenwilliam himself. Marcia laughed. "And she's very devoted to him, too. She told some one who told me, that he was so much more interesting than any other man she knew, that she hadn't the least wish to marry! I suppose you wouldn't like it if I were to make a friend of her?"
From which Marcia guessed that James had not only been talking to Coryston, but also remonstrating with his mother, which no doubt accounted for Lady Coryston's worn-out looks. James had more effect upon her than most people; though never quite effect enough. Marcia stood with one foot on the fender, her gaze fixed on her mother in a frowning abstraction.
"I wonder what you mean by 'such different worlds," said Miss Glenwilliam, with what seemed an innocent astonishment. "Arthur and I always go to the same dances." Lady Coryston's flush deepened angrily. She had some difficulty in keeping her voice in order. "I think you understand what I mean. I don't wish to be the least rude." "Of course not.
James's Square house on Coryston's hurried return home after his father's death, and the explanation to him of the terms of his father's will, she had expected it, and had prepared for it. But it had been none the less a terrible experience.
During the months of Lady Coryston's illness, indeed, Reginald Lester entered, through stages scarcely perceived by himself and them, upon a new relation toward the Coryston family. He became the increasingly intimate friend and counselor of the Coryston brothers, and of Marcia, no less but in a fresh and profounder sense. He shared much of the estate business with Mr.
There had been a quiet understanding between them all the winter, more or less known to the Coryston family, but all talk of marriage had been silenced by the condition of Lady Coryston, who indeed never knew such schemes were in the air. About six weeks, however, after his mother's death, Coryston's natural fougue suggested to him that he was being trifled with.
"Do I look like joking?" "I wish you did," said Sir Wilfrid, dryly. "It would be a comfort to us." "Luckily mother doesn't believe a word of it!" The voice was Coryston's, directed apparently at the Adam decoration of the ceiling. Arthur stood still. "What do you mean?" "No offense. I dare say she believed you. But the notion strikes her as too grotesque to be bothered about."
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