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A carriage, apparently closely shut up, so far as she could see in the dusk, its coachman and footman attending it, was bowling rapidly down towards the village. "There's Sir Rufus Hautley's carriage," said Lucy. "I suppose he is going out to dinner." Decima drew to the window and looked out. The carriage came sweeping round the point, and turned on its road to the village, as they supposed.
If a message came for one of us, I don't care to go out in this rain: Jan doesn't mind it. It's sure to be my luck! The other day, when it was pouring cats and dogs, a summons came from Lady Hautley's. Jan was out, and I had to go, and got dripping wet. After all, it was only my lady's maid, with a rubbishing whitlow on her finger." "Be so kind as tell Mr.
John Massingbird has not received an invitation." "What's that for?" quickly asked Sibylla. "Some whim of Miss Hautley's, I suppose. The cards have been issued very partially. John says it is just as well he did not get one, for he should either not have responded to it, or else made his appearance there with his clay pipe." Lucy laughed. "He is glad to be left out," continued Lionel.
Lionel was silent; possibly he deemed it too soon after his wife's death to speak of love to another, although the speaking of it would have been news to neither. Lucy was a great deal at Lady Hautley's. Decima would have had her there permanently; but Lady Verner negatived it. They were sitting at breakfast one morning, Lady Verner and Lucy, when the letter arrived.
Mortified at being ignored in Miss Hautley's invitations, they had made a little plan to get out of Deerham. An old friend in Heartburg had repeatedly pressed them to dine there and remain for the night, and they determined to avail themselves of the invitation this very day of the fête at Deerham Hall.
Folks are saying that she went off to Hautley's last night, and danced herself to death." "That's near enough," replied Jan. "She would go; and she did; and she danced; and she finished it up by breaking a blood-vessel. And now she is dying." "What was Lionel about, to let her go?" "Lionel knew nothing of it. She slipped off while he was out.
Verner had recovered their surprise she was back again, dressed to go out. "I am sorry to leave you so abruptly, as mamma is not here," she said. "I dare say Lionel will be in to dinner. If not, you must for once entertain each other." "But where are you going?" cried Mrs. Verner. "To Sir Rufus Hautley's. He wishes to see me." "What does he want with you?" continued Sibylla.
"Who's been taken ill now, I wonder?" cried Jan, descending from the arm of his mother's sofa, where he had been perched. In the ante-room was Master Cheese, looking rueful. "There's a message come from Squire Pidcock's," cried he in a most resentful tone. "Somebody's to attend immediately. Am I to go?" "I suppose you'd faint at having to go, after being up to Miss Hautley's," returned Jan.
"Shall I get you a little of your aromatic vinegar?" she asked. "You need not trouble to get anything for me," was the ungracious answer. Lucy, thus repulsed, stood in silence at the window. The window on this side of the house overlooked the road which led to Sir Rufus Hautley's.
"Put your hat on, Cheese," said Dr. West. Cheese put it on, going into a perspiration at the same time. He thought nothing less than that he was about to be dismissed. "Take this note up to Sir Rufus Hautley's." It was a great relief; and Master Cheese received the note in his hand, and went off whistling. "Step in here, Mr. Jan," said the doctor.
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