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Updated: June 14, 2025
The room is e'en clear o' Sir Paitrick, and the leddy's alane, and waitin' for ye." In a moment more Arnold was back in the sitting-room. "Well?" he asked, anxiously. "What is it? Bad news from Lady Lundie's?" Anne closed and directed the letter to Blanche, which she had just completed. "No," she replied. "Nothing to interest you." "What did Sir Patrick want?" "Only to warn me.
"A few days after you went away my anxieties grew more than I could bear alone. I went secretly to Windygates, and had an interview with Blanche. "She was absent for a few minutes from the room in which we had met. In that interval I saw Geoffrey Delamayn for the first time since I had left him at Lady Lundie's lawn-party. He treated me as if I was a stranger.
Free to do as she pleased, Blanche left the echoes of the drawing-room in undisturbed enjoyment of Lady Lundie's audible repose. She went into the library, and turned over the novels. Went out again, and looked across the hall at the dining-room door. Would the men never have done talking their politics and drinking their wine?
"Pardon me," he rejoined; "I am pledged to occupy three minutes only. I have no room for the woman. With your kind permission, I will get on to the messages next." Anne remained silent. Sir Patrick went on. "First message: 'Lady Lundie's compliments to her step-daughter's late governess with whose married name she is not acquainted.
The day was the last day of August, and the occasion was the garden-party given by Mr. and Mrs. Delamayn. Smith and Jones following, with the other guests at Windygates, in Lady Lundie's train exchanged their opinions on the merits of the house, standing on a terrace at the back, near a flight of steps which led down into the garden.
Outside the doors of Windygates she had not a friend to help her in all Scotland. There was no place at her disposal but the inn; and she had only to be thankful that it occupied a sequestered situation, and was not likely to be visited by any of Lady Lundie's friends. Whatever the risk might be, the end in view justified her in confronting it.
"You can start from this house," pursued Sir Patrick; "or you can start from a shooting-cottage which is on the Windygates property among the woods, on the other side of the moor. It is useless to conceal from you, gentlemen, that events have taken a certain unexpected turn in my sister-in-law's family circle. You will be equally Lady Lundie's guests, whether you choose the cottage or the house.
She had entered Lady Lundie's service at the period of Lady Lundie's marriage to Sir Thomas. There were drawbacks to engaging her, now that she was a widow. On one of the many occasions on which her husband had personally ill-treated her, he had struck her a blow which had produced very remarkable nervous results.
No! no! my dear Blanche! it won't be the first time, or the last, that I have driven out alone. I don't at all object to being alone. 'My mind to me a kingdom is, as the poet says." So Lady Lundie's outraged self-importance asserted its violated claims on human respect, until her distinguished medical guest came to the rescue and smoothed his hostess's ruffled plumes. Blanche begged to go.
"Am I to take it as expressing let me say some little doubt, on your part, as to the prospect of managing Blanche successfully, under present circumstances?" Lady Lundie's temper began to give way again exactly as her brother-in-law had anticipated.
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