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Updated: June 23, 2025
'You both looked so forbidding that I did not like to stop the carriage when we passed you. I want to see him on an important matter his leaving Mrs. Doncastle's service at once. I am going to write and beg her to dispense with a notice, which I have no doubt she will do. 'He's very much upset about you. 'My secrecy was perhaps an error of judgment, she said sadly. 'But I had reasons.
'Are you sure the report is true? 'I am sure that what I say is true, my lord; but it is hardly to be called a report. It is a secret, known at present to nobody but myself and Mrs. Doncastle's maid.
Doncastle's, who lives at ease about Piccadilly and Pall Mall, and has a few acres somewhere but I don't know much of him. The worst of my position now is that I excite this superficial interest in many people and a deep friendship in nobody.
Doncastle's dinner-party, and Lord Mountclere, on learning that she was to be at Knollsea, had recommended her attendance at some, if not all of the meetings, as a desirable and exhilarating change after her laborious season's work in town.
Doncastle's, and what new inclination resulted from the public presentation of his tune and her words as parts of one organic whole, are best explained by describing her doings at a later hour, when, having left her friends somewhat early, she had reached home and retired from public view for that evening.
After dark the same evening a woman, dressed in plain black and wearing a hood, went to the servants' entrance of Mr. Doncastle's house, and inquired for Mr. Chickerel. Ethelberta found him in a room by himself, and on entering she closed the door behind her, and unwrapped her face. 'Can you sit with me a few minutes, father? she said. 'Yes, for a quarter of an hour or so, said the butler.
Without delay the march began, Captain Patrick Henry leading. By sunset of the following day, they had got as far as to Doncastle's Ordinary, about sixteen miles from Williamsburg, and there rested for the night.
Menlove went on building up Mrs. Doncastle's hair awhile in silence. 'I suppose you heard the other news that arrived in town to-day, m'm? she said again. 'Lord Mountclere is going to be married to-morrow. 'To-morrow? Are you quite sure? 'O yes, m'm. Mr. Tipman has just told me so in his letter. He is going to be married to Mrs. Petherwin. It is to be quite a private wedding. Mrs.
There were occasional smiles now which came only from the face, and speeches from the lips merely. The journey home was performed as they had come, Ladywell not accepting the seat in Neigh's cab which was phlegmatically offered him. Mrs. Doncastle's acquaintance with Ethelberta had been slight until this day; but the afternoon's proceeding had much impressed the matron with her younger friend.
Doncastle's dressing-bell had rung, but Menlove, the lady's maid, having at the same time received a letter by the evening post, paused to read it before replying to the summons: 'ENCKWORTH COURT, Wednesday. DARLING LOUISA, I can assure you that I am no more likely than yourself to form another attachment, as you will perceive by what follows.
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