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"I've never seen a dead body yet. In Dower-House land there aren't dead bodies." "We've kept things from you horrid things of that sort." "I'm not complaining," said Hugh.... "But Master Hugh the Master Hugh you kept things from will never come back." He went on quickly as his father raised distressed eyes to him. "I mean that anyhow this Hugh will never come back. Another one may.
"Which he might have saved you," Cicely thought, but did not say. "When we lived at Kencote House with our father," said Aunt Ellen, "it was never thought that the dower-house possessed any advantages to speak of.
There was no talk of a misalliance on the part of his friends, nor was there a misalliance, for the Birkets were good enough people; but the young Squire's six maiden aunts had returned to the dower-house at Kencote after the wedding and shaken their respective heads.
Marcia knew very well that the family circumstances were abnormal. Mothers in Lady Coryston's position, when their husbands expire, generally retire to a dower-house, on a jointure; leaving their former splendors the family mansion and the family income behind them.
Cameron-Campbell and her five daughters, from a neighboring dower-house upon the loch. It was fortunate that all these people were prepared to be impressed with Lord Tulliwuddle, whatever he should say or do; and further, that the unique position of such a famous hereditary magnate even led them to anticipate some marked deviation from the ordinary canons of conduct.
"You needn't send down to the dower-house," Dick said, raising his eyes from the paper. "Miss Clinton has gone up to stay with Mrs. Walter." Then he offered his arm to his mother to lead her out of the room. "Shut the door," shouted the Squire, and the door was shut. "What on earth does it mean?" he asked, in angry amazement. "Better have gone in to dinner," said Dick. "I don't know." Mrs.
A brick dower-house of the Fitz-Harolds, just outside the little seaside town of Nettlefold, sheltered the tranquil days of Lord Dennis. In that south-coast air, sanest and most healing in all England, he raged very slowly, taking little thought of death, and much quiet pleasure in his life. Like the tall old house with its high windows and squat chimneys, he was marvellously self-contained.
Cicely had not been missed from home until the evening. At tea-time she was supposed to be at the dower-house, or else at the Rectory. It was only when she had not returned at a quarter to eight, that the maid who waited upon her and her mother told Mrs. Clinton that she was not in her room. "Where on earth can she be?" exclaimed Mrs. Clinton.
Within the lodge-gates or without them it seemed all alike a park it was all so intensely 'property. The very name of Plash, which was quaint and old, had not lost its effect upon her, nor had it become indifferent to her that the place was a dower-house the little red-walled, ivied asylum to which old Mrs. Berrington had retired when, on his father's death, her son came into the estates.
For not only was the dower-house in an untenantable state, but the weather was very much against them. The gray weather, the gloomy sky, the monotonous rains, the melting snow, the spiteful east wind, by all this enmity of the elements, as well as by the enmity in the household, the poor bereaved lady was saddened and controlled. The wretched conversation was followed by a most unhappy silence.
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