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My father put up with them long enough. I intend to think for myself in future. I don't think of Glenwilliam as you do. I know him and I know his daughter." The last words were spoken with a special emphasis. A movement of alarm in Marcia's case, of terror ran through all the spectators. Sir Wilfrid caught the speaker by the arm, but was impatiently shaken off.
Sir Wilfrid had just thrown himself back in his chair, looking round him with a sigh of satisfaction. "Hoddon Grey makes me feel good! Not a common effect of country-houses!" "Enjoy them while you may!" laughed Sir Louis Ford. "Glenwilliam is after them." "Glenwilliam!" exclaimed the Dean. "I saw him at the station, with his handsome but rather strange-looking daughter. What's he doing here?"
Sir Wilfrid and Lester started on a Sunday walk; Marcia and Newbury had disappeared. The house, through all its innumerable rooms and corridors, sank into deep silence. Lady Coryston was lying on her sofa, with closed eyes. All the incidents of her conversation with Enid Glenwilliam were running perpetually through her mind the girl's gestures and tones above all the words of her final warning.
But his position as master of Coryston Place, the great family house with its pompous tradition, and the long influence of his mother, had by now asserted, or reasserted themselves; though fighting still with the sore memory of Enid Glenwilliam. Was he going to allow his sister to marry out of her rank even though the lover were the best fellow in the world?
"Unfortunately, it wouldn't help you with with Enid to give it up," he said, quietly. "Miss Glenwilliam, as I read her I don't mean anything in the least offensive has a very just and accurate idea of the value of money." A sort of impatient groan was the only reply. But Lester raised his head from his book. "Why don't you see what Miss Coryston can do?" he asked, looking from one to the other.
The long thin mouth, now breathing scorn, the short chin, and prominent cheekbones denied Enid Glenwilliam any conventional right indeed to that great word.
And if mother cuts off the supplies, Miss Glenwilliam won't have you." "You think everybody but yourself, Corry, mercenary pigs!" "What do you think? Do you see Miss Glenwilliam pursuing love in a garret a genteel garret on a thousand a year? For her father, perhaps! but for nobody else! Her clothes alone would cost a third of it." No reply, except a furious glance.
She makes that quite plain." "She ought to be too clever!" said Lester, with vivacity. "Can't she discriminate between the politician and the private friend?" Arthur shook his head. "Other people may. She doesn't. If I get up in public and call Glenwilliam a thief and a robber and what else can I call him, with mother looking on? there'll be an end of my chances for good and all.
"I don't believe Glenwilliam himself will get here at all. There will be a long Cabinet this afternoon, and another to-morrow probably Sunday or no Sunday!" "Well then, he won't come, father," said the daughter, placidly, thrusting her hand into a sock riddled with holes, and looking at it with concern. "Annoying! I wanted him to meet Coryston who said he would be here to tea."
A woman of her type and class is so well sheltered as a rule from the roughnesses of life, so accustomed to the deference of their neighbors, that to be handled as Enid Glenwilliam had handled her victim, destroys for the time nerve and self-respect. Lady Coryston felt as if she had been physically as well as morally beaten, and could not get over it.
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