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At first it was always in the parlour at the parsonage that he took up his station, and waited till he could find some means of getting at Claude or his uncle, to hear the last report from them, and if possible to make Claude come out for a walk or ride with him. And once Mr. Mohun caught him standing just outside Mr. Devereux's door, waiting for an opportunity to make an entrance.
He did not explain his motive, and she went out of his presence with a sensation of relief. She had never fully realised before how wide the gulf between them had become. She remained shut up in her room all the evening, eating nothing, face to face with the horror of young Devereux's brief words.
Devereux's illness, though still the New Court was in no satisfactory state, and still she had reason to expect that her father and Eleanor would be disappointed and grieved. Thankfulness that Mr.
"Some day, oh, some day, Peregrine, you will regret this bitterly bitterly " Her voice broke, and in its place came Devereux's hateful tones: "'My charming friend' is well aware that her society is my joy and delight, nor shall I cheat myself of one moment on your account, sir, whoever you chance to be."
A word or two from General Chattesworth in Doctor Walsingham's ear, as they walked to and fro before the white front of Belmont, had decided the rector on making this little call; for he had now mounted the stair of Devereux's lodging, and standing on the carpet outside, knocked, with a grave, sad face on his door panel, glancing absently through the lobby window, and whistling inaudibly the while.
Devereux's move was very sudden, and the news did not reach the Elms till his groom had gone on to Island-bridge with the horses, and he himself, booted and spurred, knocked at the door. The doctor was not at home; he had ridden into Dublin. Of course it was chiefly to see him he had gone there. 'And Miss Walsingham? She was also out; no, not in the garden.
Lord Romfrey liked her calm resignation. 'There's a Mr. Lydiard, he said, 'a friend of Nevil's, and a friend of Louise Devereux's. 'Yes; we hear from him every four hours, Rosamund rejoined. 'Mention him to her before me. 'That's exactly what I was going to tell you to do before me, said her husband, smiling. 'Because, Everard, is it not so? widows . . . and she loves this gentleman!
Devereux's fidelity, as well as of the colonel's and Cecilia's. He was not a man to be disobeyed: nor was his wife the woman to court or to acquiesce in trifling acts of disobedience to him.
Devereux's black scarf, for instance, you'd have allowed that she might have been daughter to the Queen of Sheba.
The patient nay even his nurse and his doctor, if he has taken to himself such officers in his distress may believe the malady quite cured the passion burnt out the flame extinct even the smoke quite over, when a little chance puff of rivalry blows the white ashes off, and, lo! the old liking is still smouldering. But this was not Devereux's case.
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