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All the Cavaliers shouted the loyal toast so that the words "The King!" seemed to ring in every nook of the great hall; then every Cavalier drained his glass. "Ah," sighed Lord Fawley, as he set down his empty vessel, "I could drink the King's health forever." "I swear it would sweeten sour ale," Bardon declared. Young Ingrow took him up.
Perhaps it was on account of Sophy perhaps to plead for her that Lady Montfort had gone to Fawley; perhaps the grief visible on that lady's countenance, as he caught so hasty a glimpse of it, might be occasioned by the failure of her mission. If so, there might be now some breach or dissension between her and Darrell, which might render the Marchioness still more accessible to his demands.
Why, yes, she's the daughter of that clever chap Bridehead who did all the wrought ironwork at St. Silas' ten years ago, and went away to London afterwards. I don't know what he's doing now not much I fancy as she's come back here." Meanwhile the young woman had knocked at the office door and asked if Mr. Jude Fawley was at work in the yard.
Desmond and his companion were walking slowly towards the wickets amid Harrow cheers. The cheering was lukewarm as yet. It would have fire enough in it presently. The Caterpillar pointed out some of the swells. "That's old Lyburn. Hasn't missed a match since '64. Was brought here once with a broken leg! Carried in a litter, by Jove! That fellow with the long white beard is Lord Fawley.
A few seats away Warde is twiddling his thumbs and biting his lips. Old Lord Fawley has slipped into the pavilion for a brandy and soda. At last! Scaife takes off Fluff and puts on a fast bowler, changing his own place in the field to short slip. The ball, a first ball and very fast, puzzles the batsman, accustomed to slows.
Well now, can't you give yourself half an hour's relaxation, Mrs. Fawley, and come along with us? 'Twould do you good." "I should like to go," said she. "I've never seen the boat-racing, and I hear it is good fun." "Come along!" "How I WISH I could!" She looked longingly down the street. "Wait a minute, then. I'll just run up and see how he is now.
Then said the Colonel, with an attempt at cheerfulness: "Darrell, more than ever now do I see that the new house at Fawley, so long suspended, must be finished. Marry again you must! you can never banish old remembrances unless you can supplant them by fresh hopes." "I feel it I know it," cried Darrell, passionately. And oh! if one remembrance could be wrenched away! But it shall it shall!"
It was covered with an immaculate cloth, and tended by a young woman apparently unused to the business, she being accompanied by a boy with an octogenarian face, who assisted her. "Upon my senses!" murmured the widow to herself. "His wife Sue if she is so!" She drew nearer to the stall. "How do you do, Mrs. Fawley?" she said blandly.
Mary orders the remains of the gruel to be warmed. Gunnell and Binfield notice white sediment in pan and lock it up. 8 August Gunnell and Binfield take pan to Mrs. Mounteney, who delivers it to Mr. Norton. 9 August Mr. Stevens, of Fawley, arrives and hears suspicions. 10 August Gunnell tells Mr. Blandy of suspicions. Mary burns papers and packet. Dr. Addington called in.
Accordingly, the next morning, having filled a saddle-bag with sundry necessaries, such as files, picklocks, masks to which he added a choice selection of political tracts and newspapers he and Jasper set out on two hired but strong and fleet hackneys to the neighbourhood of Fawley.
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