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Updated: June 21, 2025
Winterborne's contract was completed, and the plantations were deserted. It was dusk; there were no leaves as yet; the nightingales would not begin to sing for a fortnight; and "the Mother of the Months" was in her most attenuated phase starved and bent to a mere bowed skeleton, which glided along behind the bare twigs in Fitzpiers's company.
There he sat down, and bent over the slope of the bureau, her bewildered gaze fixed upon him. When Melbury had recovered a little he said, "You are now, as ever, Fitzpiers's wife. I was deluded. He has not done you ENOUGH harm. You are still subject to his beck and call." "Then let it be, and never mind, father," she said, with dignified sorrow. "I can bear it.
Well, she's been out in the dew on Midsummer Eve in particular she went out in thin slippers to watch some vagary of the Hintock maids and she's got a cough, a distinct hemming and hacking, that makes me uneasy. Now, I have decided to send her away to some seaside place for a change " "Send her away!" Fitzpiers's countenance had fallen. "Yes.
The windows of Fitzpiers's soul being at present shuttered, he probably appeared less impressive than in his hours of animation; but the light abstracted from his material presence by sleep was more than counterbalanced by the mysterious influence of that state, in a stranger, upon the consciousness of a beholder so sensitive.
Grace declined to take any of their beverage, and remained in her place in the vehicle, looking dreamily at the sunlight that came in thin threads through the hollies with which the oaks were interspersed. When Melbury stepped up close to the shelter, he for the first time perceived that the doctor was present, and warmly appreciated Fitzpiers's invitation to sit down on the log beside him.
Herr Tannhauser still moved on, his plodding steed rendering him distinctly visible yet. Could she have heard Fitzpiers's voice at that moment she would have found him murmuring "...Towards the loadstar of my one desire I flitted, even as a dizzy moth in the owlet light." But he was a silent spectacle to her now.
To make it all complete a ground-floor room had been fitted up as a surgery, with an independent outer door, to which Fitzpiers's brass plate was screwed for mere ornament, such a sign being quite superfluous where everybody knew the latitude and longitude of his neighbors for miles round. Melbury and his wife welcomed the twain with affection, and all the house with deference.
It was true that the doctor had stabled her himself when he got home, so that she was not looked after as she would have been if he had groomed and fed her; but that did not account for the appearance she presented, if Mr. Fitzpiers's journey had been only where he had stated.
"Never," said Fitzpiers, fervently "never could I deceive you." Foreknowledge to the distance of a year or so in either of them might have spoiled the effect of that pretty speech. Never deceive her! But they knew nothing, and the phrase had its day. Grace began now to be anxious to terminate the interview, but the compelling power of Fitzpiers's atmosphere still held her there.
A gentle reasonableness came into her tone as she added, "It must not be, you know. It won't do." "Very well. Good-by." The next moment he was gone. In the evening, with listless adroitness, she encouraged the maid who dressed her for dinner to speak of Dr. Fitzpiers's marriage. "Mrs. Fitzpiers was once supposed to favor Mr. Winterborne," said the young woman.
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