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The one present doubt was the doubt which hung over Geoffrey's movements. The one event still involved in darkness turned on the question of life or death waiting for solution in London otherwise, the question of Lord Holchester's health. Taken by itself, the alternative, either way, was plain enough. If my lord lived Geoffrey would be free to come back, and marry her privately in Scotland.
She has another inquiry of the affectionate sort to make. May she be permitted to resume the subject of Lord and Lady Holchester's travels? They have been at Rome. Can they confirm the shocking intelligence which has reached her of the "apostasy" of Mrs. Glenarm? Lady Holchester can confirm it, by personal experience. Mrs.
Left free to pursue his own thoughts, and to guide his own movements, Julius went straight from Lord Holchester's bedside to Lady Holchester's boudoir. "Has your father said any thing about Geoffrey?" was his mother's first question as soon as he entered the room. "My father gives Geoffrey a last chance, if Geoffrey will only take it." Lady Holchester's face clouded.
"If Geoffrey doesn't jump at what I am going to offer him," was the son's reply, "I shall agree with my father that the case is hopeless; and I shall end, like my father, in giving Geoffrey up." This was strong language for Julius to use. It was not easy to rouse the disciplined and equable temperament of Lord Holchester's eldest son.
You were on the point of telling me what brought you to this house." Without a word more of preface, Sir Patrick told him the news of Geoffrey's marriage to Anne. "Married!" cried Mr. Marchwood. "Are you sure of what you say?" "I am one of the witnesses of the marriage." "Good Heavens! And Lord Holchester's lawyer has left the house!" "Can I replace him?
Not Mrs. Glenarm, surely? After a while the visitor's voice was suddenly raised. "Where is she?" it said. "I wish to see her." Anne instantly advanced to the back-door of the house and found herself face to face with a lady who was a total stranger to her. "Are you my son's wife?" asked the lady. "I am your son's prisoner," Anne answered. Lady Holchester's pale face turned paler still.
THE interval of eight-and-forty hours passed without the occurrence of any personal communication between the two brothers in that time. Julius, remaining at his father's house, sent brief written bulletins of Lord Holchester's health to his brother at the hotel. The first bulletin said, "Going on well. Doctors satisfied." The second was firmer in tone. "Going on excellently.
She had hitherto remained standing she now sat down again. There was a visible impression produced on her at last. "In Lord Holchester's critical state of health," she answered, "I decline to take the responsibility of telling him what you have just told me. My own influence has been uniformly exerted in my son's favor as long as my interference could be productive of any good result.
Did you meet with Sir Patrick at Florence and Naples, also?" Julius and his wife look at each other again. The clock in the hall strikes. Julius shudders. Lady Holchester's patience begins to give way. There is an awkward pause. Somebody must say something.
AT a few minutes before six o'clock that evening, Lord Holchester's carriage brought Geoffrey and Anne back to the cottage. Geoffrey prevented the servant from ringing at the gate. He had taken the key with him, when he left home earlier in the day. Having admitted Anne, and having closed the gate again, he went on before her to the kitchen window, and called to Hester Dethridge.
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