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"I can't make her out!" said the mother plaintively. "Oh, Susy, do you know what's been going on? Lydia has been at Duddon at least six times this last fortnight and Lord Tatham has been here and nothing happens. And all the time Lydia keeps telling me she's not in love with him, and doesn't mean to marry him. But what's he doing?" Susan was looking dishevelled and highly strung.
The mare was nowhere to be seen. Then he rode on to where the three ranges of mountains meet at Angle Tarn and taking first the range nearest the pikes he rode under the Bow Fell, past the Crinkle Crags to the Three-Shire Stones at the foot of Greyfriars, where the mountains slope downward to the Duddon valley. Still the mare was nowhere to be seen.
Cradled in that hope, Netta Melrose at last fell asleep. Tatham arrived at Duddon by the earliest possible train on the following morning. On crossing the hall he perceived in the distance a very slight thin girl, dressed in black, coming out of his mother's sitting-room.
Ere long they came into the rich valley of Furness; and he made her notice the difference between it and the vale of Esk and Duddon, with its dreary waste of sullen moss and unfruitful solitudes. "Those old Cistercian monks that built Furness Abbey knew how to choose a bit of good land, Charlotte. Eh? What?" "I suppose so. What did they do with it?" "Let it out."
'I want more of the spirit of the mountains, their serenity, their strength. Say me that Duddon sonnet you used to say to me there, as you said it to me that last Sunday before our wedding, when we walked up the Shanmoor road to say good-bye to that blessed spot.
His vanity, a touch of natural cynicism, refused, in the end, to let him believe it. His hope lay in a frank wrestle with her, a frank attack upon her intelligence. He promised himself to attempt it without delay. The day following the interview between Tatham and Faversham was a day of expectation for the inmates of Duddon.
And yet Harry had only asked her to marry him the night before, and she had only refused! Impossible to suppose that it was the mere plotting of the finished coquette. This lover required neither teasing nor kindling. However, there it was. This little struggling artist had refused Harry; and she had refused Duddon. For one could not be so absurd as to ignore that.
He considered himself entitled to descend on Duddon twice a year, and generally left it having borrowed money of his nephew, in elaborate forgetfulness of a similar transaction twelve months earlier still undischarged. He was married, but his wife did not pay visits with him.
She said she'd come again." Netta asked questions. Lady Tatham, it seemed, was the great lady of the neighbourhood, and Duddon Castle was a splendid old place, that all the visitors went to see. And there were her cards. Netta's thoughts began to hurry thither and thither, and possibilities began to rise. A relation of Edmund's? She made Thyrza tell her all she knew about Duddon and the Tathams.
Felicia, when the thing was settled, danced about Victoria's room, kissed her mother and ran off at once, with Victoria's permission, to ask the old coachman who ruled the Duddon stables to give her riding-lessons. Victoria noticed that she carefully avoided consulting Tatham in any way about her lessons.
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