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But when it comes to a good woman like Lady Carfax oh, I tell you it makes me sick! He might leave her alone, at least. She's miserable enough without him to make matters worse." "My dear boy, you needn't be afraid for Lady Carfax." Lucas Errol's voice held absolute conviction. "She wouldn't tolerate him for an instant if he attempted to flirt with her.
If that had been Nap Errol's intention, by this time the deed was done. And if that were so, she was in part guilty of her husband's murder. Powerless, she sank upon her knees by the open window, striving painfully, piteously, vainly, to pray. But no words came to her, no prayer rose from her wrung heart. It was as though she knelt in outer darkness before a locked door.
She only knew that somewhere the eyes that had watched her all the afternoon were watching her still, intent and tireless, biding their time. But silence in Lucas Errol's company was as easy as speech. Moreover, a string band played continuously throughout the meal, and the hubbub around them made speech unnecessary.
But when the root of the aik decays, And the mistletoe dwines on its withered breast, The grass shall grow on Errol's hearthstane, And the corbie roup in the falcon's nest. It is not a new opinion that the Golden Bough was the mistletoe. True, Virgil does not identify but only compares it with mistletoe. But this may be only a poetical device to cast a mystic glamour over the humble plant.
And thus Anne Carfax, who had lived in almost unbroken seclusion since her husband's death, now sat with Mrs. Errol's hand clasped in hers, and listened, as one listens in a nightmare, to the wailing of the wind about the garden and house, and the beat, beat, beat of her heart when the wind was still. "Could you say a prayer, dear?" Mrs. Errol asked her once.
The intimacy between them made conversation unnecessary, and Lucas Errol's silence was as easy as his speech. "You'll take care of yourself," he said once, "or I shan't be easy about you." And, when she had promised that: "And you'll look us up as often as you find you can. P'r'aps if you can't come very often you'll manage to write." But he made no direct reference to her husband's return.
Months had passed since that calamity when we met his widow; but time appeared to have done nothing in mitigating her sorrow. The younger lady, on the other hand, who was Lady Errol's sister, Heavens! what a spirit of joy and festal pleasure radiated from her eyes, her step, her voice, her manner!
There is a powerful streak of red in Nap Errol's blood, or I am much mistaken." "Ah!" Anne said, and that was all. In a flash she understood him. She felt as if he had performed some ruthless operation upon her, and she was too exhausted to say more. Unconsciously her hand pressed her heart. It was beating strangely, spasmodically; sometimes it did not beat at all.
It was nearly a month after Lucas Errol's operation that Bertie and his bride came home from their honeymoon and began the congenial task of setting their house in order. Dot was thoroughly in her element. The minutest details were to her matters of vital importance. "We must make it comfy," she said to Bertie, and Bertie fully agreed.
Boyd, Lord Errol's brother, who wrote us an invitation to Lord Errol's house. Piozzi Letters, i. 118. Boswell, perhaps, was not unwilling that the reader should think that it was to him that the compliment was paid. 'In 1745 my friend, Tom Cumming the Quaker, said he would not fight, but he would drive an ammunition cart. Ante, April 28, 1783.
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