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Updated: May 9, 2025
Lady Ethelrida Montfitchet had kept house for her father, the Duke of Glastonbury, ever since she was sixteen when her mother had died, and she acted as hostess at the ducal parties, with the greatest success. She was about twenty-five now, and one of the sweetest of young women. She was very tall, rather plain, and very distinguished. Francis Markrute thought her beautiful.
He was a fairly tall man, and distinguished looking. He came forward and said: "How do you do," through the brougham window. Alas! his niece had left that morning en route for Paris trousseaux and feminine business, but he was so delighted to have had this chance of a few words with her Lady Ethelrida. "I was leaving a note to ask you to come and shoot with my father at Montfitchet, Mr.
"Of course I will, Tristram dear," said Lady Ethelrida, "but remember, I am completely in the dark. When did you meet her? Can't you tell me something more? Then I will be as sympathetic as you please."
"Ethelrida," Zara whispered hurriedly "don't don't ask me anything about it, please, dear. No one can help me. I must come through with it alone but you of Tristram's own family, and especially you whom he loves so much, I don't want you ever to misjudge me. You think perhaps I have made him unhappy. Oh, if you only knew it all! Yes, I have. And I did not know, nor understand.
She had been too preoccupied with her own affairs to be struck with those of others, but now as she looked back, he had shown an interest which was not in his general attitude towards women. How her mother had loved him, this wonderful brother! It was her abiding grief always, his unforgiveness, and perhaps, although it seemed impossible to her, Lady Ethelrida was attracted by him, too.
His sister brought disgrace upon herself, and died under extremely distressful circumstances, into which I need not enter here; and for a while these things darkened and embittered his life." He paused a moment, and gazed into the fire, a look of deep sorrow and regret on his sharply-cut face, and Ethelrida unconsciously allowed her slim fingers to tighten in his grasp.
She thought she knew, and her eyes sparkled. They were the same height, and he saw her look; and as they went on, he whispered: "I have brought you down the book we spoke of, you know, and you will take it from me, won't you? Just as a remembrance of this day and how you made me young for an hour!" They stopped by one of the benches at the side and sat down, and Lady Ethelrida answered softly,
"Mine are very simple, I fear, nothing for you to investigate," she said gently. "So I should have thought " and he again as he had done at dinner permitted himself to look into her eyes, and going on after an imperceptible pause he said softly, "simple, and pure, and sweet ...I always think of you, Lady Ethelrida, as the embodiment of sane things, balanced things perfection."
A pale, rather purely colorless complexion like hers did not suddenly change to bright scarlet cheeks, without some practical means! And, as Anne very well knew, kisses were a very practical means! But her friend Ethelrida would never allow any man to kiss her, unless she had promised to marry him.
Lady Ethelrida never meddled in other people's affairs, but she loved Tristram as a brother and she felt a little afraid. She could not see his face, from where she sat the table was a long one with oval ends but she, too, had seen the flash from Zara which had caused Jimmy Danvers to exclaim: "Jehoshaphat!"
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