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Updated: May 3, 2025
Aroused thus from some day-dream into which I had fallen, I glanced up, and, looking in the direction of the sound, became aware of a small cloud of dust gleaming yellow in the afternoon sun, about a mile away to the eastward; and in the midst of it appeared two mounted figures which, even at that distance, I identified without difficulty as Mr Lestrange, our next-door neighbour at Triannon, some fourteen miles away, and his eleven-year-old daughter Nell.
Perhaps this fragment was historical. It would have made the Oliphants' disaster easier. A word, a vision, and the mischief is done. Perhaps poor Captain Lestrange was forced into his unhappy marriage by a similar trick.
"I beg your pardon, I am not experimenting," said Richard. "I hardly think it is such a very rare book!" replied the curate. "I believe it could be replaced!" "Ah, you don't know, I see! I thought I had shown you!" returned Lestrange excitedly. "Look there!" He pointed to the title-page, which was lying on the table. "I see!" said Hardy.
"I suppose there is no chance of my ever seeing you in London, Miss Honnor," he continued, rather breathlessly. "If if I might presume on the acquaintanceship formed up here, I should like well, I should like to show you I had not forgotten your kindness. Do you ever come to London? I think Miss Lestrange said you sometimes did." "Why, I am in London a great part of every year!" she said.
Isn't that enough, you tiresome little wretch? I will not have it not if you break your heart over it! There!" Barbara burst out in a laugh that rang like a bronze bell. "Break my heart for Mr. Lestrange! There's not a man in the world I would break my little finger for! But my heart! that is too funny!
Lestrange played the organ most divinely; he generally extemporised before the service, and played a simple piece at the end; but he never strained the resources of the little organ, and it was all simple and formal music, principally Bach or Handel. Father Payne himself was a regular attendant at church, and Sunday was a decidedly leisurely day.
"No," said Lestrange, "to be frank, it does not; but I think that is different a lot of technical things come in, and then one's taste alters." "And that is just the same with people," said Father Payne. "Why, what does loyalty mean in such a connection? You have admired a book or a piece of music; you cease to admire it.
You needn't be uneasy, mamma; I don't like Arthur Lestrange one bit, and I wouldn't marry him if you and papa too wanted me. Oh, such a proper young man! He doesn't think me fit company for his sister!" "He said so! and you didn't give him a cut over the eyes with your whip? My God!" "Gracious, no! He never says anything half so amusing! He's scorchingly polite!
I do not mean mere proximities and easy comradeships and muddled alliances; there are plenty of frank and pleasant companionships about of a solid kind. Still less do I mean the sort of thing which is contained in such an expression as 'Dear old boy! which is always a half-contemptuous phrase." "But isn't loyalty a fine quality?" said Lestrange. "Loyalty!" said Father Payne.
"You did hear me, sir; but you did not hear me reading," rejoined Richard, growing angry with the tone of the young man, and with his unreadiness to believe him. Many workmen, having told a lie, would have been more indignant at not being believed, than was Richard speaking the truth; still, he was growing angry. "You must have a wonderful memory, then!" said Lestrange.
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