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Updated: June 13, 2025
The society girl was dancing bare-legged for "war charities," pushing into bazaars for the "poor, dear wounded," getting her pictures into the papers as a "notable warworker," married for the third time in three years; the middle-class cousin was driving staff-officers to Whitehall, young gentlemen of the Air Service to Hendon, junior secretaries to their luncheon.
Lord Hampstead and his sister were expected home on the following day. Dinner was to be prepared for them, and fires had already been lighted in the rooms. "Dead!" "Killed out hunting!" "Trodden to death in the field!" Not a word of it had reached Hendon Hall. Nevertheless the housekeeper, when the paragraph was shown to her, believed every word of it. And the servants believed it.
Very many words she said to her husband, and often the Marquis vacillated. But, when once the promise was given, Lady Frances was strong enough to demand its fulfilment. It was on this occasion that the Marchioness first allowed herself to speak to Mr. Greenwood with absolute disapproval of her husband. "To Hendon Hall!" said Mr.
Hendon disapparelled the boy without dissent or remark, tucked him up in bed, then glanced about the room, saying to himself, ruefully, "He hath taken my bed again, as before marry, what shall I do?" The little King observed his perplexity, and dissipated it with a word. He said, sleepily "Thou wilt sleep athwart the door, and guard it."
It may be remembered that Hampstead had spoken to his father as to the expediency of giving up his horses if he found that his means were not sufficient to keep up Hendon Hall, his yacht, and his hunting establishment in Northamptonshire. The Marquis, without saying a word to his son, had settled that matter, and Gorse Hall, with its stables, was continued.
There had come a blow, he would say to himself, again and again, as he walked about the grounds at Hendon, there had come a blow, a fatal blow, a blow from which there could be no recovery, but, still, it should, it ought, to be borne together. He would not admit to himself that because of this verdict there ought to be a separation between them two.
Because old John, the keeper at Hendon, told me once that the best fox-terriers arrive now without any tails, their mothers' and grand-mothers' and great-grandmothers' having been cut off for so long; but I wonder, if the fashion changed, how could they get long tails again? There must be some way, because all of us now have square shoulders. But what was I saying?
Miles Hendon sprang forward, crying out "Oh, my Edith, my darling " But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady "Look upon him. Do you know him?" At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started slightly, and her cheeks had flushed; she was trembling now.
Invoking this precedent in aid of my prayer, I beseech the King to grant to me but this one grace and privilege to my more than sufficient reward and none other, to wit: that I and my heirs, for ever, may SIT in the presence of the Majesty of England!" "Rise, Sir Miles Hendon, Knight," said the King, gravely giving the accolade with Hendon's sword "rise, and seat thyself. Thy petition is granted.
Neefit always dined in the middle of the day at a public-house round the corner, having a chop and a "follow chop," a pint of beer, a penny newspaper and a pipe. When the villa at Hendon had been first taken Mrs. Neefit had started late dinners; but that vigilant and intelligent lady had soon perceived that this simply meant, in regard to her husband, two dinners a day, and apoplexy.
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