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"No," said Lady Esmondet; "Rotten Row is her experience, and 'tis scarcely a hunting field." "Unless for the praise of men," said Vaura. "Or a husband," cried Mrs. Wingfield. "But about the field, Sir Tilton; do you think Mrs. Haughton will take it?" asked Vaura. "I am sure she will, for I overheard her the same day make a bet of L500 that she'd ride grey Jessie with the hounds next meet."
With a whispered, "Don't let the cat out of the bag till I bid you, or you're not worth a cent," she stepped over to Lady Esmondet and Vaura, saying: "I'm sure you're too awfully surprised for anything to see me." "Not at all, Miss Tompkins," said Lady Esmondet. Here Sir Tilton came up, lifted his bat, while both ladies shook hands with him.
"I must say I should object, 'however bright, however young' my Hebe," said Trevalyon; "her train would surely become entangled, and I defy Jupiter to be sweetly calm with iced champagne spilled down his neck or on to his knee." "I should say not," said Lady Esmondet; "a most preposterous novelty to introduce."
A covered carriage with two servants, drives to the steps; the Colonel is not inside; leaving one man to look after their maids and belongings, they enter, and are soon on the well known road. "I wonder my uncle did not meet us; especially as he must have received our telegram." "Surely he is not ill! How was he when you left the Hall, Miss Tompkins?" inquired Lady Esmondet.
Time will fly with greater speed if we relate not the talks and incidents by the way, but simply meet them at London, whither Lady Esmondet had telegraphed Trevalyon of their arrival. Accordingly, on their coming in at the station at 9 p.m., on the evening of the 5th, Lionel, all eagerness, met them. "So kind of you to meet us, Sir Lionel," said Lady Esmondet, for Madame Grandy was about.
"Au revoir, Bertram," cried Trevalyon. "And for your life don't forget a dish of turtle's liver from Voisin's. "We have teased him enough at all events," said Lady Esmondet; "but as for turtle's liver, I am rather chary of it as yet. But do my eyes deceive me, or is it petticoat government here?" "Yes, feminine rule is the order of the day," replied Trevalyon.
Vaura was looking very sweet and lovely, as with a tender pity she took leave of her conquest, Sir Tilton; her face had a soft paleness, and her lips looked a deeper red than usual from the contrast; there was a languor in her movements, and she felt she would like to rest in the easy chair, beside Lady Esmondet, with Lionel near; and dream waking dreams after all the excitement of the night.
To Captain Trevalyon's relief, Vaura asked him to sing something, and seeing it was hopeless just now, to have a word with Lady Esmondet, he hoped when his song was over and their glass of champagne drank, there would be a general exodus ere it was time for him to leave; so he moved towards the piano, and playing his own accompaniment, sang one of Moore's melodies, "Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour."
"Only until I see you comfortably settled, dear Lady Esmondet, in still untangling the web of 'difficulty," and Vaura's hand is pressed. "I have a twelve-mile drive in a suburban train to the monastery of St. Sebastian." "Nuns and monks, the denouement will be interesting," said Vaura. "Will they win, that's the question; the other hand is full of knaves and tricks," said Lady Esmondet.
"Ah, I wondered, for my study is never entered by a strange foot, it is my rest." "Is not your rest a misnomer, Robert? for from all I hear, you literally rest nowhere," inquired Lady Esmondet. "True, true," answered Lady Esmondet, "but, don't you think that the zealous Low Church clergy are doing as much for the human race as you are?"
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