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It was bitter to resign his personal hopes; but he did, and sullenly resolved to be obscure himself, but the father of the future heirs of Huntercombe. He would marry Mary Wells, and lay the blame of the match upon Sir Charles, who had blackened him in the county, and put it out of his power to win a lady's hand.
Jessie managed to hold her tongue for an hour or two, and nothing occurred at Highmore or in Huntercombe to interfere with Richard Bassett's barbarous revenge. Meantime, however, something remarkable had occurred at the distance of a mile and a quarter. Mrs. Meyrick breakfasted habitually at eight o'clock. Reginald did not appear. Mrs.
It occupied two entire stories, and rose in the form of a square tower high above the rest of his house, which, indeed, was as humble as "The Heir's Tower" was pretentious. "The Heir's Tower" had a flat lead roof easy of access, and from it you could inspect Huntercombe Hall, and see what was done on the lawn or at some of the windows. Here, in the August afternoons, Mr. and Mrs.
Oldfield, and told her how the trial had gone, and, with many expressions of gratitude, invited her and her husband to Huntercombe Hall. She told Sir Charles what she had done, and he wore a very strange look. "Might I suggest that we have them alone?" said he dryly. "By all means," said Lady Bassett. "I don't want to share my paragon with anybody." In due course a reply came; Mr. and Mrs.
Polly, who now regarded him almost as a lover, told him all about it; and already in anticipation he saw himself and his line once more lords of the two manors Bassett and Huntercombe on the demise of Sir Charles Bassett, Bart., deceased without issue. And, in fact, Sir Charles was utterly defeated. He lay torpid.
That gentleman thought she must have gone to Huntercombe; but by the last post a letter came from Suaby, inclosing one from Lady Bassett to her husband. "119 Gloucester Place. "DARLING The air here is not good for baby, and I cannot sleep for the noise. We think of creeping toward home to-morrow, in an easy carriage. Pray God you may soon meet us at dear Huntercombe.
He sat and sipped it, and, with it, his coming vengeance. All the defeats and mortifications he had endured from Huntercombe returned to his mind; and now, with one masterstroke he would balance them all. Yet he felt a little compunction. Active hostilities had ceased for many years. Lady Bassett, at all events, had held out the hand to his wife.
At last, one fine day, when the chimneys were all smoking, the church-bells began to peal. Richard Bassett heard, and went out, scowling deeply. He found the village all agog with expectation. Presently there was a loud cheer from the steeple, and a flag floated from the top of Huntercombe House. Murmurs. Distant cheers. Approaching cheers. The clatter of horses' feet. The roll of wheels.
After a few sensible words, pointing out the misery in houses, and the harm done to the soul, by a quarrelsome spirit, she lamented there was too much of it in Huntercombe: with this opening she went into personalities: reminded them of the fight between two farm servants last week, one of whom was laid up at that moment in consequence.
She had left Winterfield; but he followed her like a stanch hound, and when he stopped at a certain inn, some twenty miles from Huntercombe, a window opened, there was a strange loving scream; he looked up, and saw his wife's radiant face, and her figure ready to fly down to him.
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