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But almost everything the Countess-Dowager of Kirton did was unseemly. Percival Elster was in truth Earl of Hartledon. By one of those unexpected calamities, which are often inexplicable and which most certainly was so as yet in the present instance a promising young life had been snapped asunder, and another reigned in his place.
The omission might never have come to her knowledge, since at first she was not allowed to see newspapers, but for a letter from the countess-dowager. The lady wrote in a high state of wrath from Germany; she had looked every day for ten days in the Times, and saw no chronicle of the happy event; and she demanded the reason.
Accustomed to the strong expressions of the countess-dowager, he passed that over. But, "going the same way that her father went;" he paused there, and tried to remember how her father did "go." All he could recollect now, indeed all he knew at the time, was, that Lord Kirton's last illness was reported to have been a lingering one.
"And who art thou, then, my friend?" said Charles; "but, above all, and particularly, who is this dancing nymph, whom thou standest waiting on like an attendant fawn?" "The young person is a retainer of the Countess-Dowager of Derby, so please your Majesty," said Peveril, in a low tone of voice; "and I am "
Is Val really engaged to her?" cried the countess-dowager in an ecstacy of relief, lifting her snub nose and painted cheeks, whilst a glad light came into Maude's eyes again. "I did hear he was engaged to some girl; but such reports of younger sons go for nothing." "Val was engaged to her before he went abroad. Whether he will get her or not, is another thing."
"What did I hear you say about bad people, Edward?" "She," answered the boy, pointing towards Lady Hartledon. "She shan't touch Maude. She's come here to beat us, and I'll kick if she touches me." Lord Hartledon, with an unmistakable look at the countess-dowager, rose from his seat in silence and rang the bell.
Such missives as these and the countess-dowager favoured him with more than one coupled with his own consciousness that he was not behaving to his wife as he ought, took him at length down to Hartledon. That his presence at the place so soon after his marriage was little short of an insult to Dr.
"Elster's folly," mentally spoke Thomas Carr. That circumstances, combined with the countess-dowager, worked terribly against Lord Hartledon, events proved. Had the Ashtons remained at the Rectory all might have been well; but they went away, and he was left to any influence that might be brought to bear upon him. How the climax was accomplished the world never knew.
But I think it a pretty name; and should, if she did not bear it; prettier than yours, Maude." "And pray who is Anne Ashton?" demanded the countess-dowager, with as much hauteur as so queer an old figure and face could put on, whilst Maude bent over her employment with white lips. "She is Dr. Ashton's daughter," spoke Lord Hartledon, shortly. "My father valued him above all men.
Ashton warned us that night that the marriage might not bring a blessing. Anne, it was a cruel wrong upon you," he added, impulsively turning to her; "you felt it bitterly, I shamefully; but, my dear wife, you have lived to see that it was in reality a mercy in disguise." The countess-dowager, not finding words strong enough to express her feelings at this, made a grimace at him.
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