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He pointed to the notice-board, his fair hair blown wildly back from his boyish brow, and queer thin lips; and raising his hand, he started the first "Hip! hip " "Go on, Patterson," cried Lady Coryston again, knocking sharply at the front windows of the open landaulette.
"Don't be so sure. Come and take me a turn in the lime avenue before lunch." The two disappeared. James followed them. Marcia, full of disquiet, was going off to find Lady Coryston when Coryston stopped her. "I say, Marcia it's true isn't it? You're engaged to Newbury?" She turned proudly, confronting him. "I am." "I'm not going to congratulate you!" he said, vehemently.
Marcia entered her mother's sitting-room in the midst of what seemed a babel of voices. James Coryston, indeed, who was sitting in a corner of the room while Coryston and Sir Wilfrid Bury argued across him, was not contributing to it.
And when Lady Coryston died, in the February following her stroke, and Marcia, who was worn out, went abroad with Waggin for a few weeks' rest, the correspondence which passed between her and Lester during the earlier days of her absence, by the more complete and deliberate utterance which it permitted between them, did at last reveal to the girl the depths of her own heart.
When Coryston returned that night to the big house, he found his brothers Arthur and James arrived for the week-end. Arthur was full of Parliamentary gossip "battles of kites and crows," of which Coryston was generally intolerant. But on this occasion he took it silently, and Arthur rambled on. James sat mildly beaming, with finger-tips joined, and the look of one on the verge of a confidence.
The car drew up at the steps, and Marcia and Sir Wilfrid awaited it. Even preoccupied as she was, Lady Coryston could not help noticing that Marcia was subdued and silent. She asked her mother no questions, and after helping Lady Coryston to alight, she went quickly into the house. It vaguely crossed the mother's mind that her daughter was depressed or annoyed perhaps with her?
Then, stepping in front of the table, to the edge of the platform, he raised his voice: "We scarcely expected, my friends, to see my mother, Lady Coryston, among us this evening. Lady Coryston has as good a right to her opinion as any of us have to ours. She has disapproved of this enterprise till now.
Well, do you see any common sense, any justice, any Christianity in forcing that woman to leave her husband in flinging her out to the wolves again, just as she has got into shelter?" "In Edward's view, Mr. Betts is not her husband," said Marcia, defiantly. "You seem to forget that fact." "'Edward's view'?" repeated Coryston, impatiently. "My dear, what's Edward got to do with it?
She's fanatical about her father! She's pulled me up once or twice already about him. I tell you it's rather fine, Lester! upon my soul, it is!" And with a countenance suddenly softening and eyes shining, Arthur turned his still boyish looks upon his friend. "I can quite believe it. They're a very interesting pair.... But I confess I'm thinking of Lady Coryston.
Lady Coryston interrupted. Her voice showed annoyance. "I thought, Mr. He had not the courage to say that if a landowner insists on spending the reserve fund of an estate on politics, the estate suffers. He had found Lady Coryston large sums for the party war-chest; but only a fool could expect him to build new cottages, and keep up a high level of improvements, at the same time.
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