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"She is very clever," the hostess was saying, "and quite charming. A Canadian, you know, by birth. Such a fresh way of looking at things; so bright and " Other callers were announced. Lord Dymchurch looked his desire to escape, but sat on. You would have thought him a man with a troubled conscience.
Dymchurch isn't likely to tell anyone what he sees; he's a gentleman." "I must go in at once," cried May, losing her head. "Somebody else may come. Go away, please! Don't stay another minute." "But it's impossible. We have to come to an understanding. Listen to me, May!" He grasped her hand, passed his other arm around her. There was resistance, but Dyce used his strength in earnest.
On the morrow, at luncheon, Lady Ogram mentioned to Constance that May Tomalin would arrive on the following afternoon. She added, presently, that Lord Dymchurch had accepted an invitation to Rivenoak for a day or two in the ensuing week. That morning, the post had brought Constance a letter and a packet. The letter was from Mrs. Toplady, who wrote thus: "Dear Miss Bride,
And she was a very pretty girl, as well as intelligent. Could it be that the real course of his destiny was only just beginning to reveal itself? By this time, he felt better. To pass an hour, he went into his club, read the papers, and looked, vainly, for Lord Dymchurch. Greatly to his surprise, he found the world-shunning nobleman in Mrs.
The daughter dug potatoes and gathered beans as they were wanted, but she had neither time nor strength to do more. Interested in a difficulty such as he had never imagined, Dymchurch went up to the garden-wall, and viewed the state of things. Indeed, it was deplorable. Thistles, docks, nettles, wild growths innumerable, were choking the flowers in which the old man so delighted.
Meanwhile, May had begun to retrace her steps through the little wood. She wished to go quickly, but was afraid, if she did so, of overtaking Lord Dymchurch. In her, too, the self-approving mind was active; she applauded herself for having given the preference to love over ambition.
A lady who had just been passing a fortnight at the house in Somerset was a Catholic, and Dymchurch suspected her of proselytism; from the tone of the present letter it appeared that her arguments had had considerable success.
Without another word, Dymchurch opened the wicket, flung off his coat, and got to work. He laboured for more than an hour, the old man leaning on the wall and regarding him with half-ashamed, half-amused countenance. They did not talk much, but, when he had begun to perspire freely, Dymchurch looked at his companion, and said: "Now here's a thing I never thought of.
"You speak of 'vexation. Do you really imagine that that word will describe Lady Ogram's state of mind if she learns that Lord Dymchurch is rejected?" "Of course there will be a scene. We can't help that. We must face it, and hope in Lady Ogram's commonsense." "Answer another question. How do you know that May Tomalin will refuse Lord Dymchurch?" "I had better refuse to answer.
To-day Lord Dymchurch was coming; to-morrow May's betrothal would be a fact to noise abroad. She would then summon Kerchever, and in the presence of Sir William Amys, the trusty friend sure to outlive her, would complete that last will and testament which was already schemed out. Twice already had she executed a will, the second less than a year ago.
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