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Updated: May 1, 2025
The feud between them had begun on Dunstable's arrival in the form two terms before, and had continued ever since. The balance of points lay with the master. The staff has ways of scoring which the school has not. This story really begins with the last day but one of the summer term.
Even Mary Thorne could hardly have blamed him for saying, that so far as his own prowess went, it was quite at Miss Dunstable's service. Had Mary been looking on, she, perhaps, might have thought that he could have done so with less of that look of devotion which he threw into his eyes. "Well, Mr Gresham, that's very civil very civil indeed," said Miss Dunstable.
She had not at all understood poor Miss Dunstable's little joke, or at any rate she was too dignified to respond to it. "I understand that old Sir John is to accept the Chiltern Hundreds at once," said Lady Lufton, in a half whisper to Frank Gresham.
"Asked someone else! to Lady Dunstable's house!" Meadows stood bewildered. "Really, Doris, have you taken leave of your senses?" She stood with shining eyes, apparently enjoying his astonishment. Then she suddenly bethought herself. "I must go and pay the taxi." Turning round, she coolly surveyed the "fortified post." "It looks big enough to take me in. Arthur! I think you may pay the man.
Doris, walking restlessly from room to room, had never felt so forsaken, so dismally certain that the best of life was done. Moreover, she had fully expected to find a letter from Arthur waiting for her; and there was nothing. It was positively comic that under such circumstances anybody should expect her Doris Meadows to trouble her head about Lady Dunstable's affairs.
He had worked very hard, he had had a great success, and now he was going to live for three weeks in the lap of luxury; intellectual luxury first and foremost good talk, good company, an abundance of books for rainy days; but with the addition of a supreme chef, Lord Dunstable's champagne, and all the amenities of one of the best moors in Scotland.
"I can't help it, squire; it is my resolution." "But what has Miss Dunstable's fortune to do with it?" "I cannot say that it has anything; but, in this matter, I will not interfere." The squire went on for some time, but it was all to no purpose; and at last he left the house, considerably in dudgeon.
This had been after the first mention made by Mrs Grantly to her son of Emily Dunstable's name, but before she had heard any faintest whispers of his fancy for Grace Crawley; and she had therefore been justified in hoping, almost in expecting, that Emily Dunstable would be her daughter-in-law, and was therefore the more aggrieved when this terrible Crawley peril first opened itself before her eyes.
At his sister's instance, he had hurried up to London, and there had remained for days in attendance on the lawyers. He had to see new lawyers, Miss Dunstable's men of business, quiet old cautious gentlemen whose place of business was in a dark alley behind the Bank, Messrs.
Nothing had been wanting to Emily Dunstable's education, and it was calculated that she would have at least twenty thousand pounds on the day of her marriage.
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