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Lord Hartledon's private opinion, looking on, was that she was literally incapable of denying him any earthly thing he chose to demand. He went out. "He had better go with you in the carriage, Maude." "Not at all. He sits very well now, and the pony's perfectly quiet." "But he is too young to ride by the side of any vehicle. It is not safe. Let him sit with you as usual." "Nonsense!
For three long hours the night after Lord Hartledon's death, she lay awake, thinking out her plans; perhaps for the first time in her life, for obtuse natures do not lie awake. The death had affected her only as regarded her own interests; she could feel for none and regret none in her utter selfishness. One was fallen, but another had risen up. "Le roi est mort: vive le roi!"
The rain, as I have said, came down, putting off the boat-race, and keeping Hartledon's guests indoors all the morning; but late in the afternoon some unlucky star put it into Lord Hartledon's head to go down to the Rectory. His throat was better almost well again; and he was not a man to coddle himself unnecessarily. He paid his visit, stayed talking a considerable time with Mrs.
I grieve to have a painful duty to fulfil; but I must inform you that Lady Hartledon's health gives me uneasiness." Lord Hartledon did not immediately reply; but it was not from want of genuine concern. "What is really the matter with her?" "Debility; nothing else," replied Sir Alexander. "But these cases of extreme debility cause so much perplexity.
Lord Hartledon's honest blue eyes were riveted on her face with a strangely yearning expression of repentance her sweet face, which had turned as white as ashes. He wore mourning still for his brother, and was the most distinguished-looking man in the château that day. Anne was in a trailing lilac silk, with a white gossamer-bonnet.
"The my the person in Scotland was dead then. She was dead, I am thankful to say, before Maude knew anything of the affair." Up started the dowager. "Then is the woman dead now? was she dead when you married her?" laying her hand upon Lady Hartledon's arm. "Are her children different from Maude's?" "They are. It could not be otherwise." "Her boy is really Lord Elster?"
Sir Alexander had it all his own way, and the leeches were applied on either side the throat, Mr. Brook emphatically asserting in Lady Hartledon's private ear that he "washed his hands" of the measure. Before they came off the consequences were apparent; the throat was swollen outwardly, on both sides; within, it appeared to be closing.
Not until the Sunday morning did Lady Hartledon speak to her husband of the stranger's visit. There seemed to have been no previous opportunity. Mr. Carr had arrived late on the Friday night; indeed it was Saturday morning, for the trains were all detained; and he and Hartledon sat up together to an unconscionable hour. For this short visit he was Lord Hartledon's guest.
"I should wish for a consultation, if your lordship has no objection." "Then pray call it without delay. Have anything, do anything, that may conduce to Lady Hartledon's recovery. You do not suspect heart-disease?" "The symptoms are not those of any heart-disease known to me. Lady Kirton spoke to me of this; but I see nothing to apprehend at present on that score.
Carr's was a close handwriting, and this concluded the first page. She was turning it over, when Lord Hartledon's voice on the stairs caught her ear. He seemed to be coming up. Ay, and he would have caught her at her work but for the accidental circumstance of the old dowager's happening to look out of the drawing-room and detaining him, as he was hastening onwards up the stairs.
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