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You never understood him, and I'm not going to discuss him with you. I couldn't bear it. What's wrong with mother?" "She's knocked over by that girl, Enid Glenwilliam. She saw her this morning." He described the situation. Marcia showed but a languid interest. "Poor mother!" she said, absently. "Then I won't bother her with my affairs till to-morrow. Don't tell her anything, Corry. Good-by."
As he did so, the head and profile of a young lady richly adorned with red-gold hair might have been seen in the upper window. The owner of it was looking after Coryston. "Why didn't you make him stay?" said Enid Glenwilliam, composedly, as she came out upon the lawn and took a seat on the grass in front of the summer-house. "On the contrary, I sent him away."
As he watched, a melancholy softness as of one who sees deeper than usual into the human spectacle invaded and transformed his whole expression; his thin body relaxed; his hands dropped at his side. The dead quiet of the house also oppressed him like a voice an omen. He knew that she had seen Enid Glenwilliam that morning.
The question was addressed to Miss Glenwilliam, while the speaker shot an indicating thumb in his brother's direction. The girl looked embarrassed, and Arthur Coryston again came to the rescue. "We've no right to thrust our family affairs upon other people, Corry," he said, resolutely. "I told you so as we walked up."
Frant, throwing up hands and eyes. Mrs. Verity, a soft, faded woman, smiled responsively. "They can't be exactly dull in that family," she said. "I'm told they all talk at once; and none of them listens to a word the others say." "I think I'll bet that Lady Coryston will make Lord Coryston listen to a few remarks on that speech!" laughed Enid Glenwilliam. "Is there such a thing as matria potestas?
But whatever the business, they would hardly get through without a scene, and during the past week there had been a number of mysterious interviews with lawyers going on.... What was it all about? To distract her thoughts she struck up conversation. "Did you see Enid Glenwilliam, mother, in Palace Yard?" "I just noticed her," said Lady Coryston, indifferently.
"I couldn't of course expect that you would have any friendly feeling toward me," she said, after a moment. "No you couldn't you couldn't indeed!" Enid Glenwilliam sprang up, entered the summer-house, and stood over her visitor, lightly leaning forward, her hands supporting her on a rustic table that stood between them, her breath fluttering.
Glenwilliam's new Land League within a stone's-throw of this house! than I like to think of. I won't answer for this village, Lady Coryston, at the next election, if Lord Coryston goes on with these proceedings!" Lady Coryston frowned. She was not accustomed to be addressed in so pessimistic a tone, and the mere mention of her arch-enemy Glenwilliam had put defiance into her.
I've forgotten all the Latin I learned at Cambridge, so I don't know. But if there is, that's what Lady Coryston stands for. How splendid to stand for anything nowadays!" The three fell into an animated discussion of the Coryston family and their characteristics. Enid Glenwilliam canvassed them all at least as freely as her neighbors. But every now and then little Mrs.
It had already carried Arthur Coryston over half the county. That morning he had been told at the Atherstones' cottage, on his breathless arrival there, just before luncheon, that while the Chancellor had returned to town, Miss Glenwilliam had motored to a friend's house, some twenty miles north, and was not going back to London till the evening. Arthur Coryston at once pursued her.
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