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And then, as Molly rather shyly sat down by her side on a low sofa, Lady Rose went on: "I was just telling Sir Edmund a very beautiful thing that has happened, only it is very sad for dear Lord Groombridge and for her. They have only had the news this morning, but it is not a secret, and it is very wonderful.
The third, after raising certain inevitable difficulties, consented to let a clerk examine the ledger marked with the initial letter "M." The account of Mrs. Miller, widow, of Groombridge Wells, was found. Two long lines, in faded ink, were drawn across it; and at the bottom of the page there appeared this note: "Account closed, September 30th, 1837."
"He is a humbug," she proclaimed in her low, incisive tone. "Oh! come now," said Billy. "A man who gave up Groombridge extraordinary silly thing to do, but he is not a humbug!" Molly turned on him. "Yes, he is. He knows he made a great mistake and he would undo it if he could." "Molly, it can't be true!" cried Adela almost tearfully.
Delaport Green," he said, as, looking down through an opening in the trees, they could see that little woman with her skirts gracefully held up standing by while Lady Groombridge discoursed to the keeper of cows, who looked sleek and prosperous and a little sulky the while. "You would be wise to learn some of it from her," Edmund went on. "Isn't this nice?
The ride to Stanfield next day was a long affair, at a foot's-pace all the way: the horses were thoroughly tired with their journey, and they were obliged to start soon after three o'clock in the morning after a very insufficient rest; they did not reach Groombridge till nearly ten o'clock, when they dined, and then rode on towards Tonbridge about noon.
But to-night she knew the inspiration of another ideal; she recognised the possibility of aims in which self hardly counts. There had been indeed a stir in the minds of all at Groombridge when they knew of the final step taken by the heir.
Father Marny revelled in secret in the thought of all that might have belonged to Mark, and he possessed, of course most carefully concealed, a wonderful old print he had picked up on a counter, of Groombridge Castle, exalting the round towers to a preposterous height, while in the foreground strolled ladies in vast hoops, and some animals intended apparently for either cows or sheep according to the fancy of the purchaser.
"But isn't Mark Molyneux going to be a priest?" said the young man, Billy, to Lady Rose. "I heard the other day that he is in one of the Roman seminaries went there soon after he left Oxford." Edmund answered him. "Groombridge told me he thought he would give that up. He said he believed it was a fancy that would not last."
They have fleeced him in the most disgraceful way." There was a long silence. Rose looked utterly distressed. "If he had only refused to play," she said at last, as if she wished to return in imagination to a happier state of things. "It's no use saying that now," said Lady Groombridge, with an air of ineffable wisdom.
"I saw Sir Edmund Grosse's servant just now," she said to Molly with great satisfaction. "Very likely Sir Edmund is coming to Groombridge. Why does one always think that everybody going by the same train is coming with one? Did you tell him where we were going?" "No, I don't think so; I have hardly seen him for a week, and I thought he was going abroad for Easter."
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