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Cricklander's maid, who was a cousin of the baker in Applewood, and who had originally instigated her discovery of Wendover, had said that her lady knew all the greatest people in England lords and duchesses by the dozen, and even an archbishop! Surely that was respectable enough. But Miss La Sarthe, while again deploring the source of her sister's information, was firm.
"I like to give splendid prices for things, and then I expect them to be splendidly done," she said. Miss Clinker had promised to do her best, and their partnership had lasted for nearly three years with the most satisfactory results to both of them. Their only difficulty was Mrs. Cricklander's defective memory.
Cricklander's absence caused in the atmosphere, John Derringham grew more unutterably wretched as time went on. His cup seemed to be filling from all sides. The Government was going out in disaster, and, instead of being able to stand by his colleagues and fight, and perhaps avert catastrophe by his brilliant speeches and biting wit, he was chained like a log to a sofa and was completely impotent.
Cricklander's dismissal of John Derringham had left him unhampered by any consideration for her feelings. And when she read the announcement in the New York Herald the day after the wedding, she burned with furious rage. So this was the meaning of everything all along!
It was no wonder his convalescence was slow, and that Arabella grew anxious about him. She felt that some of Mrs. Cricklander's wrath and disgust because of this state of things would fall upon her head. His ankle was a great deal better now, it was five weeks since the accident, and in a day or two he hoped to leave for London. Mrs.
She was woman enough in spite of the ennobling and broadening effects of her knowledge of nature, to feel the stab of jealous pain, though she had resolutely crushed from her thoughts the insinuation she had read of in the first notice of the disaster about Mrs. Cricklander's interest in her lover. Her pride took fire. Certainly until he could receive letters and read them himself, she must wait.
Carlyon avoided looking at her. "I cannot very well do that in Mrs. Cricklander's house," he said, tugging at his beard, to hide the emotion he felt. "But I will telegraph this minute and ask for news, if you will give me the forms they are over there," and he pointed to his writing-table.
And a wonder grew in Mrs. Cricklander's mind. That anyone should not be enchanted to receive her beautiful and sought-after self could not enter her brain, but there was evidently some bar between the acquaintance of herself and her nearest neighbors, and Arabella should be set to find out of what it consisted.
Then they parted, when every smallest detail was settled, for she had promised to help Miss Roberta with a new design for her embroidery, and he had promised to join Mrs. Cricklander's party for an early lunch. They intended to make an excursion to see the ruins of Graseworth Tower in the afternoon.
But she saw from his laughing eyes that he had, and, before she was aware of it, good, honest soul, she had blurted out: "Oh, I'm so glad!" Then they shook hands heartily, to hide her dreadful confusion, and John Derringham went on to his rooms at the Britannia, where he was staying, with nothing but a mad, wild joy in his heart. What did Cecilia Cricklander's insults matter?
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