Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
Blanche " Lady Lundie emitted a faint scream, and put her hand over her eyes. "Must you?" cried her ladyship, in a tone of touching remonstrance. "Oh, Sir Patrick, must you?" "Yes. I must." Lady Lundie's magnificent eyes looked up at that hidden court of human appeal which is lodged in the ceiling.
Before she had said three words, Lady Lundie's impatience to reach the end which she had kept in view from the time when Mrs. Glenarm had left the house burst the bounds which had successfully restrained it thus far. Stopping the landlady without ceremony, she fairly forced the conversation to the subject of Anne Silvester's proceedings at the Craig Fernie inn.
Lady Lundie's steward was a methodical man. He had indorsed each letter received at Windygates with the date of its delivery. The letter addressed to Arnold had been delivered on Monday, the seventh of September on Arnold's wedding day. What did it mean? It was pure waste of time to inquire. Sir Patrick rose to lock the letter up in one of the drawers of the writing-table behind him.
They went out together, leaving Blanche absorbed over her letter to her step-mother. "Is my wife doing any thing wrong?" asked Arnold, who had noticed the look which Sir Patrick had cast on Blanche. "Your wife is making mischief as fast as her fingers can spread it." Arnold stared. "She must answer Lady Lundie's letter," he said. "Unquestionably."
"We'll dine first," said Julius, "and dance afterward. There is the programme!" He led the way to the tables, with the two ladies nearest to him utterly careless whether they were or were not among the ladies of the highest rank then present. To Lady Lundie's astonishment he took the first seat he came to, without appearing to care what place he occupied at his own feast.
Blanche repeated the names of Lady Lundie's guests, leaving to the last the guests who had arrived last. "Two more came back this morning," she went on. "Arnold Brinkworth and that hateful friend of his, Mr. Delamayn." Anne's head sank back once more on the chair. She had found her way without exciting suspicion of the truth, to the one discovery which she had come to Windygates to make.
In two months from that time one of the forebodings which had weighed on Lady Lundie's mind was fulfilled. She died on the voyage, and was buried at sea. In a year more the second misgiving was confirmed. Sir Thomas Lundie married again. He brought his second wife to England toward the close of eighteen hundred and sixty six. Time, in the new household, promised to pass as quietly as in the old.
"How changed I am!" she thought to herself. "Every thing frightens me, now." The inference was the natural one but not the true one. The change was not in herself, but in the situation in which she was placed. Her position during the investigation at Lady Lundie's house had tried her moral courage only.
Another person will play for me I have told Blanche I am not well. Sit down. I have secured a respite of five minutes, and I must make the most of it. In that time, or less, Lady Lundie's suspicions will bring her here to see how I am. For the present, shut the door." She seated herself, and pointed to a second chair. He took it with his eye on the closed door.
Here was a difference about which two women would have mortally quarreled; and here were two men settling it in the friendliest possible manner. I wish you had seen Lady Lundie's face, when I declared myself deeply indebted to Captain Newenden for rendering any prolonged interview with her ladyship quite unnecessary.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking