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Again Lady Fox-Wilton stumbled perceptibly in replying. She turned away, and, with the garden scissors at her waist, she began vaguely to clip off some dead roses from some bushes near her. "We once had a maid for a very short time," she said over her shoulder, "who married some one of that name. What about her?" "Well, she came back from America two days ago. John Broad thought she was dead.
His version of the affair was that Judith in a fit of excitement had revealed Hester's parentage to Henry Barron; that Barron out of enmity toward Meynell, Hester's guardian, and by way of getting a hold upon him, had not kept the matter to himself, but had either written or instigated anonymous letters which had spread such excitement in the neighbourhood that Lady Fox-Wilton had now let her house, and practically left Upcote for good.
Hester Fox-Wilton took out her purse, and paid him with an uncertain hand, one or more of the shillings falling on the road, where the driver and she groped for them. Then she raised the small bag she had brought with her in the car, and turned away. "Good day to yer, miss," said the man as he mounted the box. She made no reply.
But with whatever might be true in that narrative no public interest was now bound up; and discussion grew first shamefaced, and then dropped. The tendency strengthened indeed to regard the whole matter as the invention of a half-crazy and dying woman, possessed of some grudge against the Fox-Wilton family.
"And I wish you wouldn't romp with the puppy in that way, Hester. He's always doing some damage to the flowers. I'm going out, and I wished to give you a message from the Rector." "Is that from Uncle Richard?" said Hester, glancing carelessly at the letter. Lady Fox-Wilton crushed it in her hand. "I told you it was. Why do you ask unnecessary questions?
"And both Lady Fox-Wilton and the Rector have always taken such trouble about her much more than about the other children!" murmured Theresa, helplessly. "What sort of a bringing up do you think Meynell can give anybody?" said her father, turning upon her. Theresa only looked at him silently, with her large mild eyes. She knew it was of no use to argue.
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