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Updated: June 11, 2025
Your rest-cure will consist primarily in being set free, for a time, from Lady Ingleby's position, predicament, and perplexities. You must send word to all intimate friends, telling them you are going into retreat, and they must not write until they hear again. You will have leave to write one letter a week, to one person only; and that person must be one of whom I can approve.
Having seen his wife and children temporarily settled at Kelso, he looked out for a situation, and shortly after proceeded to undertake the management of Sir William Ingleby's farm at Ripley in Yorkshire.
Even Lady Ingleby's unfailing habit of tactful speech was not allowed to spoil the deep sweetness of this unexpected situation. Myra's heart was waking; and when the heart is stirred, the mind sometimes forgets to be tactful. At length: "Don't you remember," he said, very low, "what I told you before we began to climb?
Lady Ingleby's mind had paused at the beginning of Jim's tirade. "They could not have taken Michael's kudos," she said. "It must have been patented. He was always most careful to patent all his inventions." "Eh, what?" said Jim Airth. "Oh, I see. 'Kudos, my dear girl, means 'glory'; not a new kind of explosive. And why do you call Lord Ingleby 'Michael'?"
Ingleby's book to any inherent malignity or deliberately malicious purpose of its author, but rather to that relentless partisanship which this folio seems to have excited among the British critics.
Duffus Hardy; the "Edinburgh Review" has taken up the controversy on one side and "Fraser's Magazine" on the other; the London "Critic" has kept up a galling fire on Mr. Collier. Dr. Ingleby's book is quite a good one of its kind, and those who seek to know the history and see the grounds of this famous and bitter controversy will find it very serviceable.
And, thereafter, whenever Miss Murgatroyd saw fit to use such adjectives as "indecent," "questionable," or "highly improper," Miss Susie bravely gathered up her wool-work, and left the room. Thus the golden days went by, and a letter came for Jim Airth from Lady Ingleby's secretary.
Seven months had gone by since, on that chill November evening, the news of Lord Ingleby's death had reached Shenstone. The happenings of the weeks which followed, now seemed vague and dreamlike to Myra, just a few events standing out clearly from the dim blur of misery.
"I would sooner pay off the whole deficit, than go within a mile of a 'service of song," said Jane emphatically. "Oh, no," put in Garth quickly, noting Myra's look of disappointment. "It is so good for people to work off their own debts and earn the things they need in their churches. And 'services of song' are delightful if well done, as I am sure this will be if Lady Ingleby's people are in it.
He stood on the hearthrug, with bent head; rigid, motionless. Suddenly he lifted his eyes to Lord Ingleby's portrait. "Curse you!" he said through clenched teeth, and beat his fists upon the marble mantelpiece. "Curse your explosives! And curse your inventions! And curse you for taking her first!" Then he dropped into a chair, and buried his face in his hands.
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