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I do not exonerate myself. After a brisk walk I felt better, and by lunch-time was able to come back to the house and behave as usual. Augustus, I found, had gone to London. Mrs. Gurrage was uneasy. She dropped her h's once or twice, a sure sign, with her, of perturbation and excitement.
"We have a beautiful example of one here to-night," he continued; "indeed you were dancing with him the bear who mauled Lady Tilchester. How did you get to know such a person?" My heart gave a bound. "I am engaged to Mr. Gurrage," I said, in a half voice, but raising my head. Oh, the surprise and and disgust in his eyes!
It was from the war office, and ran: "We are deeply grieved to inform you intelligence has been received that your husband, Lieutenant Augustus Gurrage, of the Tilchester Yeomanry, died of measles on board the troop-ship Aurora on the 6th instant." The sky suddenly became dark, I remember nothing more until I found myself in the hall with a crowd of servants round me.
Gurrage as she is doing between you two, even if she was a duchess!" "I do not understand," I said. "Well, you must have your eyes glued shut," Mrs. Gurrage continued, emphatically. "That Lady Grenellen, I mean. A nice viscountess she is, lookin' after other people's husbands! Why, you can't never have even glanced at the letters Gussie's got from her!" "Oh, but of course not!" "Well, I have.
Augustus explained that patronizing local resources like this will all come in useful when he stands for Parliament later on. Grandmamma stipulated that there should be no wedding feast, her health and our small house being sufficient excuse. It is a great disappointment to Mrs. Gurrage, I am sure, but we go away to Paris as soon as I can change my dress after the church ceremony. Think of it!
There she was, with the rose in her dress, smiling at me out of the old paste frame. I was so stunned, all I could think of was to wonder if it was the same rose she walked up the guillotine steps with. I did not hear grandmamma speaking; for a minute there was a buzzing in my ears. Marry Augustus Gurrage!
My books have come quantities of books! and I spend hours in my boudoir, never lifting my eyes from the pages to be distracted by the glaring, mustard-brocade walls around me. Mrs. Gurrage treats me with respect. There is a gradual but complete change in her manner to me, from what cause I do not know.
It's all your fault for not lovin' him, and your duty now's to keep him in the path of virtue." "May I say you informed me of his behavior? Because how otherwise could I account for my knowledge? He would know I should never have thought of opening or looking at his letters myself." Mrs. Gurrage was not the least ashamed of having done this, to me, most dishonorable thing.
Gurrage was alive then gave him a new threepenny bit each week to give to a barrel-organ man who played before the house at Bournemouth. Augustus at the age of two invariably changed it on the stairs with the butler for two pennies and two halfpennies, keeping one penny halfpenny for himself. "Me dear" my mother-in-law always completes this story with this sentence "Mr.
Gurrage had lost her reason, he told me, upon hearing the news. She had been weak and ailing and in bed ever since her return from London, and this had proved the last straw, and now she lay, a childish imbecile, in her gorgeous bedroom up-stairs. Oh, I can never write the horrors poor Amelia and I went through for the next ten days. The sadness of it all!
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