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And the Honourable John had now seated himself upon the table. "You seem to know a great deal more about it than I do." "It is that old woman from Guestwick who told us, then. The women will be at you at once, you'll find. If there's nothing in it, it's what I call a d shame. Why should they always pull a fellow to pieces in that way? They were going to marry me the other day!"
It may, however, here be fair to mention that game very often came from Guestwick Manor to Mrs Eames. "And look here, cold pheasant for breakfast is the best thing I know of. Pheasants at dinner are rubbish, mere rubbish. Here we are at the house. Will you come in and have a glass of wine?" But this John Eames declined, pleasing the earl better by doing so than he would have done by accepting it.
"I'm sure I hope my brother's life may be long spared to him," said Mrs Dale. "Then don't be taking yourself away, ma'am, into them gashly lodgings at Guestwick. I says they are gashly for the likes of a Dale. It is not for me to speak, ma'am, of course. And I only came up now just to know what things you'd like with you out of the greenhouse." "Oh, nothing, Hopkins, thank you," said Mrs Dale.
Then he described something of their life in Burton Crescent, but did not say much about Amelia Roper. Amelia Roper had not made her appearance in Guestwick, as he had once feared that she would do; and therefore it did not need that he should at present make known to his mother that episode in his life. When he got back to the Manor House he found that Mr Dale and his niece had arrived.
"I will cleanse my mind of it altogether," he had said, "and though I may not forget her, I will live as though she were forgotten. If she declines my proposal again, I will accept her word as final. I will not go about the world any longer as a stricken deer, to be pitied or else bullied by the rest of the herd." On his way down to Guestwick he had sworn twenty times that it should be so.
He had been premeditating an escape home to his mother's house in Guestwick, and thence back to London, without making any further appearance at the Manor House. But as soon as he heard Lady Julia's step, and saw her figure close upon him, he knew that his retreat was cut off from him. So he allowed himself to be led away quietly up to the house.
Lady Julia, who had received her own letters that day from Guestwick, knew that nothing of importance had happened to her brother; but she felt that she was foiled for that time. "I hope that there has not really been any accident," said Mr Gazebee, with a voice of great solicitude. "My brother was quite well last night, thank you," said she.
It had been thought better that he should first meet the squire and Bell at Guestwick Manor, so he postponed his visit to Mrs Dale till the next morning. "Go when you like," said the earl. "There's the brown cob for you to do what you like with him while you are here." "I'll go and see my mother," said John; "but I won't take the cob to-day.
Hitherto her correspondence had been uninteresting and almost weak in its nature. From her mother and sister she had hardly been yet parted; and though she had other friends, she had seldom found herself with very much to tell them by post. What could she communicate to Mary Eames at Guestwick, which should be in itself exciting as she wrote it?
I didn't hear, but Mrs Connor says that my lord's back was up terribly high." And so Dr Crofts got on his horse and rode up to Guestwick Manor. The earl was alone, Lady Julia having already gone to Courcy Castle. "How d'ye do, how d'ye do?" said the earl. "I'm not very ill, but I want to get a little advice from you. It's quite a trifle, but I thought it well to see somebody."
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