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"Nobody," William answered, "hates bribery more, than I. But I have to do with a set of men who must be managed in this vile way or not at all. I must strain a point or the country is lost." It was necessary for the Lord President to have in the House of Commons an agent for the purchase of members; and Lowther was both too awkward and too scrupulous to be such an agent.
Lowther and his friend stayed and drank, and then went further this night; but here we stayed, and supped, and lodged.
Of that, however, little had been said at Loring, because it soon became known there that she and her husband stood rather well in the country round about Bullhampton; and when she asked Mary Lowther to come and stay with her for six months, Mary Lowther's aunt, Miss Marrable, had nothing to say against the arrangement, although she herself was a most particular old lady, and always remembered that Mary Lowther was third or fourth cousin to some earl in Scotland.
Tears will be shed. So we bought the horse in the Lowther Arcade, Porthos, who thought it was for him, looking proud but uneasy, and it was sent to the bandbox house anonymously. About a week afterward I had the ill-luck to meet Mary's a husband in Kensington, so I asked him what he had called his little girl. "It is a boy," he replied, with intolerable good-humour, "we call him David."
That old lady up there is not rich, but she is as proud as Lucifer, and always lives as though the whole place belonged to her. She's a good manager, and she don't run in debt; but Mary Lowther knows no more of roughing it than a duchess." "I hope I may never have to teach her." "I trust you never may. It's a very bad lesson for a young man to have to teach a young woman.
Mary Lowther was quite right in saying that the mill, in spite of its dilapidations, perhaps by reason of them, was as pretty as anything in Bullhampton. In the first place it was permeated and surrounded by cool, bright, limpid little streams. One of them ran right through it, as it were, passing between the dwelling-house and the mill, and turning the wheel, which was there placed.
Having thus resolved he came back to breakfast and read Mr. Quickenham's letter aloud to his wife and Mary Lowther. "Glebe!" said the Vicar's wife. "Do you mean that it is part of your own land?" asked Mary. "Exactly that," said the Vicar. "And that old thief of a Marquis has given away what belongs to us?" said Mrs. Fenwick. "He has given away what did not belong to himself," said the Vicar.
"Mary Lowther has fallen into the river." "Fallen where?" shouted Gilmore, putting up both his hands, and seeming to prepare himself to rush away among the river gods in search of his love. "Don't be alarmed, Mr. Gilmore, she's upstairs, quite safe, only she has had a ducking."
Lowther and his lady, they stopped and we talked a little with them, they being in their gilt coach, and so parted; and presently come to us Mr. Andrews, whom I had not seen a good while, who, as other merchants do, do all give over any hopes of things doing well, and so he spends his time here most, playing at bowles.
The Vicar, as he greeted Miss Lowther in the morning, had not meant to be severe, having been specially cautioned against severity by his wife; but he had been unable not to be silent and stern. Not a word was spoken about Mr. Gilmore till after breakfast, and then it was no more than a word. "I would think better of this, Mary," said the Vicar. "I cannot think better of it," she replied.
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