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Mordaunt lighted a cigarette Jim gave him and asked if his friends were staying long. "I don't know," said Jim. "We have made no plans yet, but I imagine I shall keep Langrigg." "Do you mean you had thought about selling the estate?" Mordaunt asked, rather sharply. "I did think about it, but don't know if I went much farther. The matter's complicated."
Well, Evelyn and Lance will get a share of my property; in fact, I have made some provision for them." "I expect you have been generous," said Mrs. Halliday, who wondered how far she durst go. "But what about Jim?" "His claim will need some thought. For that matter, he has hinted that he is satisfied with Langrigg. Independence like his is not common and perhaps ought to be indulged." Mrs.
Bernard Dearham did not smile politely, as Mrs. Mordaunt smiled; he laughed because he was amused. Carrie did not know much about English people, but the dinner was obviously a formal acknowledgment of the new owner of Langrigg; and she studied her host. She had at first remarked a puzzling likeness to somebody she knew, and now she saw it was Jim.
Winter did not mean to let her wait for Jim's wedding. "You know we can't stay very long," she said. "I don't see why it's impossible." "You may get married." "Well?" said Jim. "Suppose I do? There's plenty of room at Langrigg and my wife would be kind to my friends when she knew how much I owe them." "The plan wouldn't work. When you marry, your wife will have first claim on you.
It was not a caprice that he would not take her, but when she returned to the house she sent Jake after him. As he went down the hill Jim thought about Mordaunt. The man was something of a puzzle, and Jim admitted that he had, perhaps, not been just when he accounted for his antagonism. Lance, no doubt, felt that he ought to have got Langrigg, but he was not altogether moved by disappointed greed.
In a way, it was ridiculous, but he felt as if he had known them, or others of their kind, before. "You are from the Old Country and your friend seems to know Cumberland," he said. "Do you know Langrigg Hall?" He thought the older man gave him a keen glance, but next moment his face was inscrutable and with a little gesture of satisfaction he stretched his legs to the fire.
Halliday sometimes grumbled about her poverty, its furniture and decoration indicated extravagance. Mordaunt, however, thought there was too much ornament and doubted if some of the pottery was genuine. The room was pretty, but he was a connoisseur and was not satisfied with prettiness. He liked Langrigg better than Whitelees. Langrigg was austere and dignified.
Still, except perhaps for Herries, the hunt committee were tactful; he did not think they would enlighten Dick. It was getting dark in the hall at Langrigg and Jim, who had just returned from the marsh, sat in the hollow of the big fireplace. Rain beat upon the windows, outside which the trees tossed their naked branches against the lowering sky, and a cold wind wailed about the ancient walls.
Evelyn thought she loved him, as much as she could love anybody, for she had not been touched by passion, and it counted for something that he loved her. The reserve he thought he used was, of course, ridiculous. Evelyn resolved she would go to Langrigg and sympathize with Jim. Then she would wait and by and by her feelings might get stronger and she would see her way.
He was killed in a raid on a tower down the water, before the Featherstones came." "But did they bury him up there?" "No, sir; they were all buried at night by the water of Langrigg, but when they were carrying him home in the mist by the hill road the Scots from the tower overtook them.
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