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The special license had arrived; the young clergyman who was to perform the service was located at Hartledon. Seven o'clock was the hour fixed for the marriage: it would be twilight then, and dinner over. Immediately afterwards the bride and bridegroom were to depart. So far, so good. But Lady Kirton was not to have it quite her own way on this same Saturday, although she had enjoyed it hitherto.
"And likely to have her, if all's true that's said," put in Mrs. Jones. Mirrable tacitly admitted the probability. Her private opinion was that nothing short of a miracle could ever remove the Dowager Kirton from the house again. Had any one told Mirrable, as she stood there, that her ladyship would be leaving of her own accord that night, she had simply said it was impossible.
The surgeon's opinion was not favourable. Captain Kirton had heart-disease beyond any doubt. His chest was weak also, the lungs not over-sound; altogether, the Honourable Robert Kirton's might be called a bad life. "Would a warmer climate do anything for him?" asked Lord Hartledon. The surgeon shrugged his shoulders. "He would be better there for some things than here.
"He and his wife are like two bears; and so I packed up my things and came away at once, and got here straight from Liverpool. And now you know." "And is Lady Kirton quite well again?" asked Maude, helplessly, knowing she could not turn her mother out. "She'd be well enough but for temper. She was ill, though, when they telegraphed for me; her life for three days and nights hanging on a shred.
"Yes, I told Lady Kirton she was labouring under some misapprehension," he quietly answered. "Will you forgive me also for speaking of it?" she murmured. "Since my mother came home with the news of what you said, I have been lost in a sea of conjecture: I could not attend to the service for dwelling upon it, and might as well not have been in church a curious confession to make to you, Dr. Ashton.
Perhaps she thought his lordship would resign the head of the table to her, and take the foot himself. If so, she was mistaken. "You will be more comfortable at the side, Lady Kirton," cried Lord Hartledon, when he discovered what the bustle was about. "Not at all, Hartledon; not at all." "But I like my brother to face me, ma'am. It is his accustomed place." Remonstrance was useless.
One of her sons also Captain Kirton; but he is confined to his room." "Then I would rather not go in," said the stranger quickly. "I'm very disappointed to have come all this way and not find Lord Hartledon." "Can I forward any letter for you, sir? If you'd like to intrust one to me, I'll send it as soon as we know of any certain address." "No no, I think not," said the stranger, musingly.
This day I had a whole doe sent me by Mr. Hozier, which is a fine present, and I had the umbles of it for dinner. This day I hear Kirton, my bookseller, poor man, is dead, I believe, of grief for his losses by the fire. 12th. Up, and to the Office, where sat all the morning; and there hear the Duke of York do yet do very well with his smallpox: pray God he may continue to do so!
"She confessed that she had written it partly at your dictation, Lady Kirton, and said but I had better not tell you that, perhaps." "Then you shall tell me, Lord Hartledon; and you are a two-faced man, if you shuffle out of it." "Very well.
Ashton's; lots of 'em; any number to be had for the hiring. Talking of Dr. Ashton, they will dine here to-day, ma'am." "Who will?" asked Lady Kirton. "The doctor, Mrs. Ashton if she's well enough and Miss Ashton." "Who are they, my dear nephew?" "Why, don't you know? Dr. Ashton preached to you yesterday. He is Rector of Calne; you must have heard of Dr. Ashton.
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