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Updated: May 21, 2025
The priest, a southern-eyed kindly man, with an astonishing flow of soft pietistic talk, sat beside her, speaking soothingly of the many marvels of cure or conversion that had been wrought by the treasure she held. He was going on to hold a retreat at a convent of the order near Froswick, and would return, he said, by Bannisdale in a week's time, to reclaim his charge.
It seemed that Hubert was always threatening to leave the farm. "Give me a bit of money, and you'll soon be quit of me. I'll go to Froswick, and make my fortune" that was what he'd say to his mother. But who was going to give him money to throw about? And he couldn't sell the farm while Mrs. Mason lived, by the father's will.
Well, but change and excitement of some sort one must have! who is to blame, if you get it where you can? A day in Froswick with Hubert Mason? Yes why not? Polly proposes it has proposed it once or twice before to no purpose. For two months now the young man has been in training.
Never till this year was he restless in this way so says Mrs. Denton, whose temper grows shorter and shorter. Oh as to fun and frolic! The girl yawns as she looks out of window. What a long hot day it is going to be and how foolish are all expeditions, all formal pleasures! 9.10 at Marsland about seven, she supposes, at Froswick?
Why was she bestowing those careful smiles on that intolerable woman, Lady Froswick? And what an acquaintance she seemed to have among these elderly soldiers, who might at all times be reckoned on at Lady Hubert's parties! One gray-haired veteran after another recalled himself to her attention, got his few minutes with her, and passed on smiling. Certain high officials, too, were no less friendly.
She thought so. Why hadn't he made sure? in that interval before he came back for her. She might have stayed at Froswick for the night. Plenty of decent people would have put her up. He remembered how he had delayed to call the cab till the last moment. ... Good God! how could a man know what he had thought! He was fair moidered bedazzled by that awful thing and all the change of plans.
The tremor on her lip, the light in her eye showed her sense of triumph. "What have I done," she said, laughing, "but push a few stones out of the way of merit?" "Some of them were heavy," said the Duchess, making a little face. "Need I invite Lady Froswick any more?" Julie threw her arms about her. "Evelyn, what a darling you've been! Now I'll never worry you again."
"Julie, I've done everything you've asked me. I sent a card for the 20th to that rather dreadful woman, Lady Froswick. I was very clever with Freddie about that living; and I've talked to Mr. Montresor. But, Julie, if you don't mind, I really should like to know why you're so keen about it?" The Duchess's cheeks were by now one flush.
Julie hurriedly repressed him. Did she feel instinctively that there are thanks which it sometimes humiliates a man to remember, lavishly as he may have poured them out at the moment thanks which may easily count in the long run, not for, but against, the donor? She rather haughtily asked what she had done but say a chance word to Lady Froswick? The shares had to be allotted to somebody.
Augustina of course dislikes the prospect of the Froswick day. But, really, Augustina must put up with it! The Reverend Mother will come for the afternoon, and keep her company.
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