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The inflexion of Lady Ingleton's voice at that moment made Dion think of Mrs. Chetwinde. Once or twice Mrs. Chetwinde's voice had sounded almost exactly like that when she had spoken of Mrs. Clarke. "Especially people who are innocent," he said. "Naturally, as Cynthia was. Beadon Clarke made a terrible mistake, poor fellow."
As yet she was mistress only in name, for during her minority everything was left in the hands of Mr. Bowden and a certain Canon Lowe, who were guardians to all Mr. Ingleton's grandchildren, and kept the Chase open as a home for them. The three girls returned there from Chilcombe Hall at the end of the term, and were joined by the younger boys from their preparatory school.
"Ah! well, you've only known him a year. I knew him twenty years ago." "Ah!" replied the tutor, chirruping encouragement to the horses. "Roger Ingleton's life twenty years ago was a life to make an insurance company cheerful," said the doctor. "What changed it?" "He had a scape-grace son.
Rosamund went to a chair and sat down. She still looked very cold, but she succeeded in looking serene, and her eyes, unworldly and pure, did not fall before Lady Ingleton's. Lady Ingleton sat down near her and immediately realized that she had placed herself exactly opposite to "Wedded."
Lady Ingleton's French maid arrived from the second class with Turkish Jane on her arm. "Oh, Miladi, how black it is here!" she exclaimed, twisting her pointed little nose. "The black it reaches the heart." That was exactly what Lady Ingleton was thinking, but she said, in a voice less lazy than usual. "There's a capital hotel, Annette. We shall be very comfortable."
In addition to this, Roger was every day recovering health, and, in Rosalind's absence, devoting himself more loyally than ever to his tutor's direction and instruction. Altogether Captain Oliphant had a dismal consciousness of being out in the cold. His carefully thought cut plans seemed to advance no further. Mrs Ingleton's ill-health was an unlooked-for difficulty.
Suddenly Lady Ingleton's face flushed, her dark eyes flashed and then filled with tears, and she said in a voice that shook with emotion: "Dion Leith killed a body by accident, the body of his little boy. She is murdering a soul deliberately, the soul of her husband." She did not know at all why she was so suddenly and so violently moved. She had not expected this abrupt access of feeling.
She was resolved; but she encountered now in Dion a resolve which she had not suspected he was capable of, and which began to render her seriously uneasy. Lady Ingleton's remark, "you look tired," had struck unpleasantly on Mrs. Clarke's ears, and she came away from the Embassy that day with them in her mind. She was on foot.
Ingleton's funeral. Half the country-side came to do honor to "the old Squire." He had been a favorite in the neighborhood, and people forgot his autocratic ways and remembered now only his many kindnesses.
Quite unconscious of the broken hearts which strewed her way, Rosalind, with the duties of hostess unexpectedly cast upon her by Mrs Ingleton's illness, exerted herself for the general happiness, and enjoyed herself in the task. Despite Tom's forebodings, the evening went off brilliantly. The music was excellent, the amateur theatricals highly appreciated, and the dance all that could be desired.
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