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"Do you suggest that he has had any lack of attention here from me or my servants?" said Melrose, hotly. "By no means. But well, sir, I will be open with you. Mr. Faversham in my opinion wants a change of scene. He has been in that room for three weeks, and he understands there is no other to which he can be moved. It would be a great advantage, too, to be able to carry him into a garden.
He spoke about it the last time, but when I suggested we should go before you left England, he said he was afraid he should be too busy. I fancy he is bothered about Sir Wilford Scones." Carrissima did not see him again before her departure, and she was absent with Colonel Faversham six weeks.
Faversham was a port and had its gang, and from Margate right away to Portsmouth, and from Portsmouth to Plymouth, nearly every town of any size that offered ready hiding to the fugitive sailor from the Channel was similarly favoured. Brighton formed a notable exception, and this circumstance gave rise to an episode about which we shall have more to say presently.
But she was triumphantly certain of him and his power. What Susy said to her unwillingness to go south was partly true. She would have liked to stay and watch the progress of things on the Melrose estates; to be at hand if Mr. Faversham wanted her. She thought of Mainstairs that dying girl the sickly children the helpless old people. Indignant pity gripped her.
But Colonel Faversham was not already without warnings which he would not admit for the world. In his desire to convince himself that he was as robust as ever, he continued to take the same amount of exercise as he had enjoyed twenty years earlier. No one knew how weary the evenings found him, and, besides, there was that increasing stiffness of his joints.
"I never knew she was here till she had gone," exclaimed Faversham, with sudden animation, "Otherwise I should have helped her." He stood erect, his pale look fixed threateningly on Tatham. "I'm sure you would," said Tatham, heartily. "Well now, I must be off. I have promised Marvell to put as many men as possible to work in with the police.
"I went to ask Bridget to marry me." "Oh Jimmy!" was the reproachful answer. "You needn't bother yourself," he explained. "She took the wind out of my sails by the announcement that she was affianced to old Faversham before I saw her face." "To Colonel Faversham!" cried Sybil. "Poor Carrissima!"
Lydia placed him in the best chair, in front of the best view, ordered tea, and hovered round him with an eager benevolence. Her mother, she said, would be in directly. Faversham, on his side, could only secretly hope that Mrs. Penfold's walk might be prolonged. They were not interrupted. Lydia, with concern, conjectured that Mrs.
I don't believe I shall ever be capable of 'loving' anybody as long as I live." "Good gracious," was the answer, "don't tantalize me. Why do you keep me on tenterhooks? Say you will marry me, and we'll leave everything else." "I can't say so this morning," she insisted. "I can say that I won't if you like." "For heaven's sake, don't do that!" Colonel Faversham quite humbly entreated.
"I may have been a little vehement," he replied. "No wonder. I make a simple suggestion, and surely I have a right to expect my daughter to adopt it." "If Bridget is to be asked to dine," said Carrissima, with a sigh, "I think we ought to invite some one outside our own family." "Am I the master here, or am I not?" demanded Colonel Faversham. "Very well! You will write to Phoebe to-day.
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