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Two notes were accordingly despatched that evening from the Tower; one to Duddon Castle, the other to Green Cottage. Faversham had succeeded in writing them himself; and in the exhilaration of what seemed to him a much-quickened convalescence, he made arrangements the following morning to part with his nurse within a few days.
When his visits to Duddon first began, the contents of his Gladstone bag used to provide merriment in the servants' hall, and legend said that a young footman had once dared to be insolent to him. Had any one ventured the same conduct now he would have been sent to Coventry by every servant in the house.
Faversham shook his head. "Thank you impossible." Then he looked up. "Undershaw told you what I told him?" Tatham assented. There was an awkward pause broken at last by Faversham. "How did Miss Melrose get home?" "Luckily I came across her at the foot of the Duddon hill, and I helped her home. She's all right though of course it's a ghastly shock for them."
Two of his brothers were farmers on the Duddon estate; and one of them owed his recovery from a dangerous and obscure illness to the fact that, at the critical moment, Tatham had brought over a specialist from Leeds to see him, paying all expenses. These things and others besides were reflected in the rather tremulous smile with which Dixon received the visitor. "Mr. Faversham expects me?"
Many pretty girls assert themselves by a kind of calculated or rude audacity, as though to say that gentleness and civility are not for the likes of them. Lydia was always gentle kind, at least even when she laughed at you. Unless she got upon her "ideas." Then like Susan she could harangue a little, and grow vehement as she had at Duddon that day, talking of the new independence of women.
Penfold sat amid explanations and embraces, more feather-headed and inconsequent even than usual, but happy, because Lydia caressed her, and this handsome though pale young man on the hearthrug kissed her hand and even, at command, her still pink cheek; and it seemed there was to be a marriage only not the marriage there should have been a substitution, clearly, of Threlfall for Duddon?
"Countess Tatham who is she?" "Why it's she that lives at Duddon Castle." Then the girl looked uncertainly at her companion "Mr. Tyson did tell me she was a relation of Mr. Melrose." "A relation? I don't know anything about her," said Netta decidedly. "Did she come to call upon me?" The girl nodded "She come over it was last Tuesday from Duddon, wi' two lovely horses my, they were beauties!
She longed for the October day when Green Cottage would be free from its tenants, and she once more on the spot. With the second week of October, Lady Tatham returned to Duddon. Tatham would have been with her, but that he was detained, grumbling, by a political demonstration at Newcastle. Never had he felt political speech-making so tedious.
Marrying Duddon! that vast house, and all those possessions; those piles of money; those county relations, and that web of inherited custom which would lay its ghostly compulsion on Tatham's wife the very instant he had married her it was not to be thought of for a moment!
As they reached the lighted porch, she looked up, her face sparkling with rain, a touch of mischief in her hollow-ringed eyes. "How much will they scold?" "Can't say, I am sure! I think you'll have to bear it." "Never mind!" Her white cheeks dimpled. "It's Duddon! I'd rather be scolded at Duddon, than petted anywhere else." Tatham flushed suddenly. So did she.
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