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"I utterly decline," laughed Alicia, and, taking the book she had come in search of, she went out. "You see. She won't go," remarked Lady Eynesford. "I never thought she would. What were you going to say when she came in?" Lady Eynesford rose and stood by her husband. "Willie," she said, "what is it about the Medlands? I'm tired of not knowing whether there is anything or whether there isn't."
For not only is Eynsford a beautiful place in itself, beautifully situated, but it was the quarrel which William de Eynesford had with St Thomas Becket, when the great archbishop was in residence at Otford Castle, that led to the murder in Canterbury Cathedral and the great pilgrimage which has brought even us at this late day on our way.
Lord Eynesford always doubted if they really knew a gentleman from one who was well, very nearly a gentleman. Alicia saw his puzzled look and forced a smile. "Don't tease me. Who is it?" "No less a man than a Minister." "A Willie, who is it?" she asked, and she stretched out a hand in entreaty. "My dear girl, whatever ? Well, then, it's Coxon." "Mr. Coxon!
"She's well, she's easily caught by an idea, and rather romantic, and really, dear, we ought to be careful." "I can't believe it. If it's true, Medland has treated me very badly." "What does he care?" asked Lady Eynesford. "How I wish she would go away! Nothing I say seems to make any impression on her." "Perhaps Medland has noticed nothing, even if you're right about Alicia."
It was summed up in negations; and these again melted into one great want, the absence of the man to whom her imagination and her heart blindly and obstinately clung. Lady Eynesford had left her newspaper, and Alicia found her hand upon it. Taking it up, she read Medland's evidence at the inquest. A sudden revulsion of feeling seized her.
Medland put his head down and, raising one corner of the hat, peered under it. Alicia laughed outright, for the butterfly was fluttering in the air above him. Medland did not hear her; he looked up, saw the butterfly, rose to his feet, put on his hat, and exclaimed, in a voice audible by all the listeners "Missed it, by heaven!" "You see the sort of man he is," observed Lady Eynesford.
They knew what they meant just as well as though they had been indecent enough to say it. "Help us to turn out Medland, and you shall be Chief Justice," said Kilshaw, in the name of Sir Robert Perry, "Chief Justice, and once more a persona grata at Government House." Chief Justice! Soon, perhaps, Sir Alfred! Would not that soften the Eynesford heart? Mr. Coxon honestly thought it would.
"The the oh, if you don't see, I can't tell you." "You appear to assume that attentions from me to your sister-in-law were not to be expected." "You do see that, don't you?" "While attentions to your governess " "Miss Scaife is my friend and worthy of anybody's attentions," interposed Lady Eynesford quickly.
But of course they were only proper fruits of penitence, in Dick for himself, in Lord Eynesford for his kind, and it could not be expected that they would reproduce themselves in persons so entirely innocent of actual or vicarious offence as Lady Eynesford and Eleanor Scaife.
Sir Robert, conceiving that his interview was at an end, rose to take leave. Lord Eynesford expressed much regret at being obliged to lose his services: Sir Robert replied suitably, and was at the door before the Governor reverted to Mr. Medland. "There are queer stories about him, aren't there?" he asked. "I mean about his private life." "Well, there is some vague gossip of the kind."
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