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The younger brother was there Atherstone perfectly understood simply because Miss Glenwilliam was their guest; not for his own beaux yeux or his daughter's. But having ventured on to hostile ground, for a fair lady's sake, he might look to being kindly treated. Arthur, on his side, however, played his part badly.
"The view of Lord Coryston and yourself?" said Miss Glenwilliam, in her most girlish voice. "My son Coryston and I have at present no interests in common," was Lady Coryston's slightly tart reply. "That, I should have thought, considering his public utterances, and the part which I have always taken in politics, was sufficiently evident."
He will only marry Miss Glenwilliam over his mother's body and if he does marry her he may whistle for the estates." "Then James will have them?" said Newbury, smiling. "Why not Marcia? She has as good a chance as anybody." "I hope not!" Newbury's tone showed a genuine discomfort. "What is Lady Coryston doing?" "About the Glenwilliam affair?
I wonder if she has a right to anything?" said Enid Glenwilliam, absently, and lifting a stalk of grass, she began to chew it in silence while her gaze wandered over the view. "Have you at all made up your mind, Enid, what you are going to say?" "How can I, till I know what she's going to say?" laughed Miss Glenwilliam, teasingly. "But of course you know perfectly well."
Lady Coryston entered the car. Enid Glenwilliam made her a low bow, almost a curtsey, which the elder lady acknowledged; and the car started. Enid came back to the summer-house, sat down by the table, and buried her face in her hands. After a little while a hurried step was heard approaching the summer-house. She looked up and saw her father.
And for the first time the lady in black was conscious of the malice lurking in the soft voice of the speaker. "That, perhaps, would be your way of explaining it. In any case, I repeat, money has nothing to do with the present case. But, Miss Glenwilliam, my son belongs to a family that has fought for its convictions."
But she never wavered for one moment as to her determination to see Enid Glenwilliam after the Martover meeting; nor did the question of Arthur's personal happiness enter for one moment into her calculations. The breakfast gong had just sounded at Hoddon Grey. The hour was a quarter to nine.
"The trade-unions are just the same." "I believe you!" said Coryston. "Freedom's a lost art in England from Parliament downward. Well, well Good-by!" "Coryston!" "Yes?" Lord Coryston paused with his hand on the door. "Don't take the chair for Glenwilliam?" "By George, I will!" Coryston's eyes flamed. And going out he noisily shut the door. Lester was left to his work.
Lady Coryston's tone became a trifle colder. "That I should have thought was obvious. You have been seeing a great deal of my son, Miss Glenwilliam; your your friendship with him has been very conspicuous of late; and I have it from himself that he is in love with you, and either has asked you, or will ask you, to marry him." "He has asked me several times," said the girl, quietly.
As soon as Coryston had taken that outrageous step, it was imperative that Arthur should speak in his own village. We can't have people's minds in doubt as to what he thinks of Glenwilliam, with an election only five months off. I have written to him, of course, fully without a word of reply! What he has been doing these last weeks I can't imagine!" Marcia fell into a frowning silence.
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