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He had often invited Ida to accompany him and Isabel to a matinée, but Ida always declined. Not only was her father's death too recent to permit of her going to the theatre, but she shrank from all public places of amusement. When she had left Herondale it had been with the one desire to conceal herself, and, if possible, to earn her own living. Mr.
John Heron had married beneath him, and for money; and in retiring from the bar, at which he had been an obvious failure, had sunk down to the society of his wife's class. "I have seen so little of it," replied Ida. "I have only passed through London twice, on my way from France to Herondale, and from Herondale here." Mr. Joseph was duly impressed by the sound of Herondale.
One great singer followed rapidly after another, and Ida, with slightly flushed face and eyes that were dim with unshed tears for the exquisite music thrilled her to the core leant back, with her hands tightly clasped in her lap, her thoughts flying back to Herondale and those summer evenings which, in some strange way, every song recalled.
No, I cannot realise that I can go back to Herondale: I suppose I can go back?" she asked, with a sudden piteousness that very nearly brought the tears to Mr. Wordley's eyes. "Go back, my dear!" he exclaimed. "Of course you can go back! The place belongs to you. Why, I've already given notice that I am going to pay off the mortgages.
I want you to get all the information you can about about a lady: Miss Heron of Herondale " "How very strange!" said Howard innocently. "Do you know, I have just had the pleasure of meeting a Miss Heron of Herondale " Stafford sprang to his feet. "Where?" he demanded hotly. "At Lady Clansford's ball, which I have just left.
At first it seemed to her that she must leave Herondale for a time, at any rate; that it would be impossible for her to run the risk of meeting the beautiful woman who had stolen Stafford from her; but, as she grew calmer, her pride came to her aid, and she saw that to run away would be cowardly.
"The high-bred lady," finished Lord Bannerdale. "I wonder whether we realise how old a family the Herons is; we are all mushrooms compared with that slim, little girl, who is now the mistress of Herondale and an enormous fortune." "We shall have to find a husband for her," remarked Lady Vayne, who was the match-maker of the locality. Lord Bannerdale smiled.
They're rather brown; but that's because you've lived in the open air so much, I suppose. I'll lend you some stuff I use, if you like." Ida declined the brandy and the infallible preparation for whitening the hands; and not at all discouraged, Isabel went on: "Were there any young men at Herondale?
"Thank you," she said in a low voice, "I will come with you and stay with you until until I can find something to do, something at which I can earn my own living. Surely there must be something I can do?" She turned to Mr. Wordley with a little anxious, eager gesture. "I am strong very strong; I have managed Herondale I can ride, and and understand a farm. I am never tired.
You'd like to go back to Herondale by the first train? You must hate the sight of this place, I should think." "No, no," said Ida, gently. "Yes, I would like to go back to Herondale ah, yes, as soon as possible. But I should like to see someone before I go the sister, the nurse, who have been so good to me.
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