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He spoke fervently, for him eloquently; and he gained his point; he silenced Lady Charlotte's tongue, and impressed Mr. Eglett. When the latter and his wife were alone, he let her see that the Countess of Ormont was becoming a personage in his consideration. Lady Charlotte cried out: 'Hear these men where it's a good-looking woman between the winds! Do you take anything Rowsley says for earnest?
But when it came to the duel between the man and the woman, her sense of justice was moved to join her with the party of her unfairly handled sisters a strong party, if it were not so cowardly, she had to think. Mr. Eglett, her husband, accepted her accepted the position into which he naturally fell beside her, and the ideas she imposed on him; for she never went counter to his principles.
You've done? The night before my brother Rowsley's first duel I sat with him at supper and poured his wine out, and knew what was going to happen, didn't say a word. No use in talking about feelings. Besides, death is only the other side of the ditch, and one or other of us must go foremost. Now then, good-bye. Empson's waiting by this time. Mr. Eglett and Leo shall hear the excuses from me.
All very well in London, and that place he hires up at Marlow. He respects our home. That 's how I know my brother Rowsley still keeps a sane man. A fortune on it! and so says Mr. Eglett. Any reasonable person must think it. He made a fool of some Hampton-Evey at Madrid, if he went through any ceremony and that I doubt. He sixty; she under twenty, I'm told. Pagnell 's the name.
Eglett was of his opinion, that an introduction of lawyers into a family dispute was 'rats in the pantry'; and he would have joined him in his gloomy laugh, if the thought of Charlotte in a contention had not been so serious a matter. She might be beaten; she could not be brought to yield.
She waited for some fresh scene to revive it. Aminta sat unwittingly weaving her destiny. While she was thus engaged, a carriage was rolling on the more westerly road down to Steignton. Seated in it were Lady Charlotte Eglett and Matthew Weyburn. They had met at Arthur Abner's office the previous day.
He sent it after swinging round abruptly from an outlook over the bordering garden tamarisks on a sea now featureless, desolately empty. However, perceptibly silence was doing the work of a scourge, and he said: 'I have been thinking I may have and I don't mind fighting hard to try it before I leave England on Tuesday or Wednesday some influence with Lady Charlotte Eglett.
At midday of the third day Lady Charlotte was reduced to the condition of those fortresses which wave defiantly the flag, but deliver no further shot, awaiting the assault. Her body, affected by hideous old age, succumbed. Her will was unshaken. She would not write to her bankers. Mr. Eglett might go to them, if he thought fit.
Eglett was taken into confidence by him privately after lunch. Mr. Eglett's position between the brother and sister was perplexing; habitually he thought his wife had strong good sense, in spite of the costliness of certain actions at law not invariably confirming his opinion; he thought also that the earl's demand must needs be considered obediently.
The marriage at Madrid, at the Embassy: well, perhaps it was a step for us, for commoners, though we rank with the independent. Has her own little pin-money an inheritance. Perhaps Lady Eglett gives the world her version. She may say, there was aiming at station. I reply, never was there a more whole-hearted love-match! Absolutely the girl's heart has been his from the period of her school-days.
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