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Cantering back to that home of the loves of Gower Woodseer and Madge Winch, the thought of his first act of penance done, without his feeling the poorer for it, reconciled Fleetwood to the aspect of the hollow place. He could not stay beneath the roof. His task of breakfasting done, he was off before the morning's delivery of letters, riding round the country under Croridge, soon up there again.
Having done her utmost to guard her babe, she said her prayers; she stood for peace or the struggle. 'Does Lord Fleetwood speak of coming here? she said. 'To-morrow. 'I go to Croridge to-morrow. 'Your ladyship returns? 'Yes, I return Mr. Gower, you have fifty minutes before you dress for dinner.
Or at Croridge or Esslemont; and alone together, as now, I beg. That was what he said. Having said it, his escape from high tragics in the comfortable worldly tone rejoiced him; to some extent also the courteous audience she gave him. And her hand was not refused.
But the figure of a 'monastic man of fashion' was antipathetic to the earl, and he flouted an English Protestant mass merely because of his being highly individual, and therefore revolutionary for the minority. He cast his bitter cud aside. 'My man should have arrived. Lady Fleetwood at home? Gower spoke of her having gone to Croridge in the morning. 'Has she taken the child? 'She has, yes.
But the figure of a 'monastic man of fashion' was antipathetic to the earl, and he flouted an English Protestant mass merely because of his being highly individual, and therefore revolutionary for the minority. He cast his bitter cud aside. 'My man should have arrived. Lady Fleetwood at home? Gower spoke of her having gone to Croridge in the morning. 'Has she taken the child? 'She has, yes.
This had been his burning wish at Croridge, where he could have poured his heart to her and might have moved the wife's.
At first the 'Terrible explosion of gunpowder at Croridge' alarmed them lest the timely Power should have done too much. A day later the general agitation was pacified; Lady Arpington circulated the word 'safe, and the world knew the disaster had not engulphed Lady Fleetwood's valuable life. She had the news by word of mouth from the lovely Mrs. Kirby-Levellier, sister-in-law to the countess.
'My heart is my brother's until one of us drops. 'There is not another on earth beside your brother Chillon? 'There is my child. The dwarf square tower of Croridge village church fronted them against the sky, seen of both. 'You remember it, he said; and she answered: 'I was married there. 'You have not forgotten that injury, Carinthia? 'I am a mother. 'By all the saints! you hit hard.
He had to let Carinthia Jane depart under the charge of his housekeeper, Mrs. Carthew, a staid excellent lady, poorly gifted with observation. Her report of the performance of the ceremony at Croridge village church, a half mile from Lekkatts, was highly reassuring to the anxious old admiral still lying on his back with memory and gout at their fiend's play, and livid forecasts hovering.
But she did all the things that soldiers do, was a bit of a foreigner; she brought a reputation up from the Welsh land, and it had a raven's croak and a glow-worm's drapery and a goblin's origin. Something was hinted of her having agitated London once. Somebody dropped word of her and that old Lord Levellier up at Croridge. She stalked park and country at night.
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