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When all was over, and they were returning to Kerton, Guy ranged up to his cousin's side. He looked rather embarrassed and penitent an expression which sat upon his stern, resolute face very strangely. But Isabel was radiant with happiness, and did not even sigh as she held out the forfeited ring.
My stay at Kerton Manor was drawing to a close. I had lingered there too long already, and letters from neglected relatives and friends came, reproachful, with every post. The day before I went, Guy called me into his study. "Frank," he said, "I am in a great strait of perplexity; my uncle has been attacking me this morning about Isabel and Charley. Bruce puts him up to it, of course."
That's settled, then, Frank; you come with us?" Guy said. "I shall be very glad. I only want a day to get my traps together." So two days afterward we three came down to Kerton Manor. It was not my first visit to Livingstone's home, but I have not described it before.
The next in succession would be a cousin, who has taken to some trade in Edinburgh; a good man, I believe but he would not do here. So I have left Kerton to my mother for her life, and then to you. Hush! the time is too short for objections or thanks, and death-bed gifts show little generosity. Besides, I would have left it to Isabel, only it would be more a trouble to her than any thing else.
I have little more to tell, and that is of the sort that is best told briefly. The hounds met one morning not far from Kerton. A three-days' frost had broken up; but it was not out of the ground yet, making the "take-off" slippery, and the north side of the fences dangerously hard. Livingstone rode the Axeine that day.
His cousin looked delighted, Bruce decidedly uncomfortable, though, of course, he could not refuse. He was riding Kathleen, an Irish mare, one of the quietest in the Kerton stable, where none were very steady. The fences were nothing at first; at last we came to a brook. It was not broad, but evidently deep, with high, rotten banks.
Miss Harcourt thought so, and said so, and Charley woke next morning with an established renown. Shall we go and find him?" After breakfast we went with Guy to his room, to do the regulation cigar. "I know you've made no plans, Frank," Livingstone said, "so I have settled every thing for you already. You are coming down to Kerton with us.
"Quanto minus est cum reliquis versari, quam tui meminisse." The tidings of her son's illness reached Lady Catharine quickly at Kerton Manor. I did not hear of it till a day later, and when I arrived I found her nearly exhausted by sleeplessness and anxiety, though she had not been Guy's nurse for more than thirty-six hours.
"I only hope the said estate will be near Kerton," Livingstone suggested; and he drew closer to his companion. "Ah! dear old Kerton," she said, sighing again, "I shall never go there any more." "The reason?" "Perhaps because my husband, whoever he may be, will not choose to bring me." "Absurd!" Guy retorted, biting his lip hard. "As if that individual would have any will of his own.
Guy, whose eyes were bent down at the moment, did not see it, or the tale would never have been told. "You know how you were all against me at Kerton," he began. "She did not care for me then, perhaps; but I would have been so patient and persevering that she must have loved me at last only you never gave me fair play. Ah! do you think, because I was ugly and awkward, I had no chance?"
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