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I should think Aspasia Corfield would ask him by return me, too, if she has any decency, though she has dropped me for fifteen years. She has a tribe of daughters. Why I should play Miss Sewell's game like this I don't know! Well, one must try something." That same afternoon mother and son took their departure for Ferth Place.
But I think I shall have to ask you to request her to put off her visit to Ferth a little. It could hardly give either of us much enjoyment." George first pulled his moustaches, then tried, as usual, to banter or kiss her into composure. Above all, he desired not to know what Lady Tressady had said. But Letty was determined he should know.
Oh, the dulness of life at Ferth during the last three weeks! She thought of her amusements in town, of the country houses where they might now be staying but for George's pride, of Cathedine, even; and a rush of revolt and self-pity filled her mind.
"Well, I have no objection to some conversation with you," said Burrows, at last, slowly. "Let's walk on, then," said George. And they walked past the gate of Ferth, towards the railway-station, which was some two miles off. About an hour later the two men returned along the same road. Both had an air of tension; both were rather pale.
She talked at leisure of all that concerned her husband, child, high politics, the persons she saw, the gaieties she bore with, the books she read, the schemes in which she was busied; then, with greater tenderness, greater minuteness, of the difficulties and tediums of Letty's life at Ferth, as they had been dismally drawn out for her in Letty's own letters.
And with Tressady himself Letty's artless questions had been very effective. She knew almost all that she wished to know. No doubt Ferth was a very second-rate "place"; and, since those horrid miners had become so troublesome, his income as a coal-owner could not be what his father's had been three or four thousand a year, she supposed more, perhaps, in good years. It was not much.
She declared herself better, but she was a mere shadow of the woman who had tormented George with her debts and affectations at Malford House a twelvemonth before. She took Ferth discontentedly, as usual, and was particularly cross with Letty's assignment to her of the back room, instead of the larger spare room to the front of the house.
Letty allowed her thoughts to wander dreamily on, envisaging the London life that was to be: the young member, Lord Fontenoy's special friend and protege the young member's wife making her way among great people, giving charming little parties at Ferth All very well! But what, please, were the facts on his side? She buried her small chin deep in her hands as she tried, frowning, to think it out.
But sometimes when Marcella stood beside her, unconscious, talking pleasantly of London folk or Ancoats, or trying to inform herself as to Letty's life at Ferth, a half-desolate intuition would flash across the younger woman of what it might be to be admitted to the intimate friendship of such a nature, to feel those long, slender arms pressed about her once more, not in pity or remonstrance, as of one trying to exorcise an evil spirit, but in mere love, as of one asking as well as giving.
George laughed the short, grating laugh his mother so often evoked. "Beg pardon, mother; I can only answer for myself. To the best of my belief I never saw her, either at Ferth or anywhere else." "Why, Aspasia Corfield and I," said Lady Tressady with languid reflectiveness "Aspasia Corfield and I copied each other's dresses, and bought our hats at the same place, when we were eighteen.
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