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Updated: June 25, 2025
Meanwhile, in the beautiful chapel of Hoddon Grey, Edward Newbury, worn out with the intolerable distress of the preceding forty-eight hours, and yet incapable of sleep, sat or knelt through long stretches of the night. The chapel was dark but for one light. Over the altar there burnt a lamp, and behind it could be seen, from the chair, where he knelt, the silk veil of the tabernacle.
But there would be plenty of time to talk about it after the Hoddon Grey visit was over; whereas Sir Louis was a rare bird not often to be caught. "My dear," said Lord William in his wife's ear, "Perry must be informed of this. There must be some mention of it in our service to-night." She assented.
When it did come up, she would say impatiently that in her opinion such private matters were best left to the people concerned to settle; and it was evident that to her the High Anglican view of divorce was, like the inconvenient piety of Hoddon Grey, a thing of superfluity.
Why, that man that fellow, John Betts" he pointed to the Hoddon Grey woods on the edge of the plain "whom the Newburys are driving out of his job, because he picked a woman out of the dirt just like these Christians! John Betts knows more about land in his little finger than Glenwilliam's whole body!
Her conscience pricks her for people less prosperous than herself. I see it quite plainly. But she would be angry if I were to tell her so!" It was a breezy June afternoon, with the young summer at its freshest and lustiest. Lord and Lady William Newbury were strolling in the garden at Hoddon Grey.
"'Hunted? What do you mean?" said Newbury, sternly, while his dark eyes took fire. "Hunted by the Christian conscience! that it might lie comfortable o' nights," was the scornful reply. Newbury said nothing for a few moments. They emerged on the main road, crossed it, and entered the Hoddon Grey park.
The persons he was speaking of, and the ideas they represented, were quite strange to her; although, as a matter of mere information, she knew of course that such people and such institutions existed. She was touched at first, then chilled, and if the truth be told bored. It was with such topics, as with the Hoddon Grey view of the Betts case. Something in her could not understand.
Both father and son had belonged to the straitest sect of Anglo-Catholicism; their tender devotion to each other had touched with beauty the austerity and seclusion of their lives. Yet at times Hoddon Grey had sheltered large gatherings gatherings of the high Puseyite party in the English Church, both lay and clerical.
He crossed the Hoddon Grey park, and then walked through a mile of the Coryston demesne, till he reached the lake and saw beyond it the Italian garden, with its statues glittering in the early sun and the long marble front of the house, with its rococo ornament, and its fine pillared loggia. "What the deuce are we going to do with these places!" he asked himself in petulant despair.
Like all imperious women she disliked staying in other people's houses, where she could not arrange her hours. And she had a particularly resentful memory of a visit which she had paid with her husband to Lord and Lady William Newbury when they were renting a house in Surrey, before they had inherited Hoddon Grey, and while Marcia was still in the schoolroom.
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