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She scorned danger; she desired excitement. Duplicity on her part was no more than Lord Dymchurch merited after that deliberate neglect of opportunity under the great tree. Of course nothing irrevocable must come to pass; it was the duty of man to commit himself, the privilege of woman to guard an ambiguous freedom. But, within certain limits, she counted on dramatic incidents.
But nature says 'What do I care for his books? 'Look at his children! That's what she meant him for, and from Nature's point of view he is a triumphant success." Dymchurch seemed not only amused, but pleased. He grew thoughtful, and sat smiling to himself whilst others carried on the conversation. The evening passed.
Dymchurch looked after his ladies; but the elder of them soon wandered off amid the friendly throng, and May, who ate and drank with enjoyment, was able to give her companion the promised description of her activity at Northampton.
But the words failed, and her frightened simper, meant for a smile, passed into mere blankness of visage. "Come here, May. Is it true that you have refused Lord Dymchurch?" The voice was less terrifying than her aunt's countenance had led her to expect. She was able to recover her wits sufficiently to make the reply she had spent all the morning in preparing. "Refused him? I didn't mean that.
"But don't you sometimes feel as if it were a duty?" "I often feel I ought to do something," answered Dymchurch, in a graver voice. "But whether I could be of any use among the poor, is doubtful." "No, I hardly think you could," said May, reflectively. "Your social position doesn't allow of that. Of course you help to make laws, which is more important." "If I really did so; but I don't.
"Yes, yes; I saw. And May's name among the guests of course, of course. I notice that Lord Dymchurch was there too." She ended with a quavering laugh, unexpected and rather uncanny. "And the much-discussed Mr. Langtoft," put in Constance, after a keen look at the mirthful hippocratic face. "Langtoft, yes," said Dyce. "I don't quite know what to think of that fellow.
Though it was a thing she hated to do, she summoned the attendant who lay in an adjoining room. At mid-day she was able to descend At the foot of the stairs, she encountered Constance Bride, who stood glancing over a book. "What are they all doing?" was her first question. And, before Constance could reply, she asked "Where is Lord Dymchurch?" "I saw him not long ago in the garden." "Alone?"
A month after this, the surviving daughter of the house, seeking solace in the ancient faith to which she had long inclined, joined a religious community. Dymchurch was left alone. Since his abrupt departure from Rivenoak, he had lived a silent life, spending the greater part of every day in solitude.
That gorgeous sunset was depressing. The coming night might be so full of ominous meaning for me. It was dark by the time we drew in towards the shore. A light or two marked Dymchurch to our left, to our right were the lights of Hythe. By what landmark the skipper chose his position I do not know, but presently the anchor was let go and we swung round. The tide must have been nearly at the full.
And to him? He could not make up his mind on the point. Lord Dymchurch was at a critical moment of his life. Discontent, the malady of the age, had taken hold upon him.
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