Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
He left his card, with a few words of condolence written upon it in pencil. Mr. Nowell was with his daughter in the little parlour behind the shop when Luke Tulliver gave her this card. He asked who the visitor was. "Mr. Fenton, a gentleman I knew at Lidford in my dear uncle's lifetime. My grandfather liked him very much." "Mr. Fenton! Yes, my father told me all about him.
Gilbert wrote: to his sister telling her that he had particular business which detained him in town. But had it been otherwise, had he not been bound prisoner to John Saltram's sick-room, he would scarcely have cared to take his part in the conventional feastings and commonplace jovialities of Lidford House.
Some letters were lying on the desk, amongst them one in a big scrawling hand that was very familiar to Mr. Saltram, the envelope stamped "Lidford." He tore this open eagerly. It was from Sir David Forster. You only obtained my consent to your hurried departure the other day on condition you should come back in a week, yet there are no signs of you.
The uneasiness and vexation produced by this business was still upon him when he went down to Lidford; but he relied upon Marian Nowell's presence to dissipate all his care. He did find himself perfectly happy in her society. He was troubled by no doubts as to her affection for him, no uncertainty as to the brightness of the days that were to come.
He had made inquiries about Sir David at the club, and had been told that he was still at Heatherly. He went down to Lidford by an afternoon train, without having troubled himself to give Mrs. Lister any notice of his coming. The November evening had closed in upon the quiet rural landscape when he drove from the station to Lidford.
"Not one degree less dear to me because of that, Marian; only the dearer. Tell me, my darling, is there any hope for me?" "I never thought " she faltered; "I had no idea " "That to know you was to love you. My life and soul, I have loved you from the hour I first saw you in Lidford church. I was a doomed man from that moment, Marian.
If I were to come back and find her dead! Such things have been; and men and women have borne them, and gone on living." He had one more duty to perform before he left England. He had to say good-bye to John Saltram, whom he had not seen since they parted that night at Lidford.
Gilbert Fenton was very glad to have made his escape from Lidford at last, for his mind was full of anxiety about Marian. Again and again he had argued with himself upon the folly and uselessness of this anxiety.
A week went by, during which the advertisement appeared on alternate days; and at the end of that time there came a letter from the parish-clerk of Wygrove, a small town about forty miles farther from London than Lidford, stating that, on the 14th of March, John Holbrook and Marian Nowell had been married at the church in that place.
"I daresay, if you would only confess the truth, you are heartily tired of the country, and will be delighted to resume your business life." "I should never be tired of Lidford." "Indeed! and yet it is generally considered such a dull place." "It has not been so to me. It will always be a shining spot in my memory, different and distinct from all other places."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking