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But her parting was to be only for a few months. Maulevrier promised to come back to Fellside for the August sports, and Hammond was to come with him. Three months or a little more and they were to meet again. Yet in spite of these arguments for courage, Mary's face blanched and her eyes grew unutterably sad as she looked up at her lover.
He made up his mind that before he left he would seek an interview with Lady Maulevrier, and boldly ask her to explain the mystery of that old man's presence at Fellside.
He rambled a long way over the hill, and came back to Fellside by a path of his own discovering, which brought him to a wooden gate leading into the stable-yard, just in time to meet Maulevrier and Lady Mary emerging from the kennel, where his lordship had been inspecting the terriers. 'Angelina is bully about the muzzle, said Maulevrier; 'we shall have to give her away.
'Come what may, I shall never forget the happy weeks I have spent at Fellside, said Hammond, 'or your ladyship's gracious hospitality. He took up the beautiful hand, white to transparency, showing the delicate tracing of blue veins, and pressed his lips upon it in chivalrous worship of age and womanly dignity. Lady Maulevrier smiled upon him with her calm, grave smile.
They had never been to London or Paris, or to any city larger than York; and their visits to that centre of dissipation had been of the briefest, a mere flash of mild gaiety, a horticultural show or an oratorio, and back by express train, closely guarded by governess and footmen, to Fellside.
She thinks it best, under these circumstances, that we should not again meet, and I shall therefore have left Fellside before you receive this letter. 'With all good wishes, very faithfully yours, 'Very faithfully mine faithful to her false training, to the worldly mind that rules her; faithful to the gods of this world Belial and Mammon, and the Moloch Fashion. Poor cowardly soul!
'We are fixed in this dismal hole for the night, I suppose. How far are we from Fellside? 'Seven miles, answered the landlord. 'I beg your pardon, my lord; I didn't know it was your lordship, he added, hurriedly. 'We're in sore trouble, and it makes a man daft-like; but if there's anything we can do 'Is there no hope of getting on, Steadman? asked the Earl, cutting short these civilities.
'I shall never learn as much out of these horrid books as poor old Stevens taught me, she said afterwards, when the gray head was at rest under the sod, and governesses, botany manuals, and hard words from the Greek were the order of the day. Nine o'clock was the breakfast hour at Fellside. There were no family prayers.
When the sharp edge of the appetite was blunted, Maulevrier began to talk of his adventures since he and Molly had last met. He had not being dissipating in London all the time or, indeed, any great part of the time of his absence from Fellside; but Molly had been left in Cimmerian, darkness as to his proceedings. He never wrote a letter if he could possibly avoid doing so.
The sky, which had been cloudless all day, began to darken as Lord Hartfield drove back to Fellside, and Mary drew a little closer to the driver's elbow, as if for shelter from an impending tempest. 'You have no waterproof, of course, he said, looking down at her, as the first big drops of a thunder shower dashed upon the splash-board.
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