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She has no mother, and I am responsible to Colonel Tempest and to my own conscience for her welfare. She will soon be twenty years of age though I am sure nobody would believe it, to look at her and it is time that her settlement in life should, at all events, be thought of. But now, look how things turn out! Lord Garle than whom a better parti could not be wished has fallen in love with her.
Not with the same love he had borne for Decima a love, such as that, never comes twice in a lifetime but with a love sufficiently warm, notwithstanding. And he asked her to become his wife. There was triumph for Lady Verner! Next to Decima and all hope of that was dead for ever she would like Lord Garle to marry Lucy.
His voice rung out to the ends of the room, and a sudden stillness fell upon it; his words may have been taken as a covert reproof to Mrs. Verner. They were not meant as such. There was no living woman of whom Lord Garle thought so highly as he thought of Decima Verner; and he had spoken in his mind's impulse. Sibylla believed he had purposely flung a shaft at her.
"Furdermore the deponant saith that Dauid Selleck was that same night with him and being laid downe on the bed me nie the garle and I laye by the bed sid on the chest and Dauid Selleck starte up suddenly and I asked wt was ye matter with him and hee answered shee pricked mee and the French garle answered noe shee did not it was goodie Crump and then shee put her hand ouer the bed sid and said give mee that thing that you pricked Mr.
The little episode was never known; Decima and Lady Verner had kept counsel, and Lord Garle had not told tales of himself. Next to Lionel, Lady Verner liked Lord Garle better than any one ten times better than she liked unvarnished Jan; and he was allowed the run of the house as though he had been its son.
He spoke with a smile, in a gay, careless tone; but Lucy appeared to take the question in a serious light. Her eyelids drooped, her whole face became scarlet, her demeanour almost agitated. "I did not care to marry, papa," she answered in a low tone. "I did not care for Lord Garle."
It was a small party, more social than formal: Mr. and Mrs. Bitterworth, Lord Garle and his sister, Miss Hautley and John Massingbird. Miss Hautley was again staying temporarily at Deerham Hall, but she would leave it on the following day. John Massingbird was invited at the special request of Lionel.
"Decima, however much you may wish for attention, it is scarcely fair to monopolise that of Mr. Verner in his own house. If he forgets that he has guests present, you should not help him in the forgetfulness." "It would be well if all wished for attention as little as does Miss Verner," exclaimed Lord Garle.
Sir Henry Tempest had not seen many such faces as that; he had not met with many natures so innocent and charming. Lucy was made to be admired as well as loved. "If there is one parti more desirable than another in the whole county, it is Lord Garle," resumed Lady Verner.
Decima, at a little distance, was standing talking to Lord Garle. Lucy Tempest sat at the table cutting the leaves of a new book; and Sibylla was bending over the fire in a shivering attitude, as if she could not get enough of its heat. Lord Garle had been dining with them. The door opened and Jan entered.
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