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After a little hard thinking on this point Sir Patrick gave up the problem as beyond human solution. "It must be done," he concluded. "And my own mother-wit must help me to do it." In that resigned frame of mind he knocked at the door of Lady Lundie's boudoir. SIR PATRICK found his sister-in-law immersed in domestic business. "I am afraid I disturb you," said Sir Patrick.
I remembered to have read in a society paper that Lord Lundie's lesser name was "Bubbles." "What are they doing?" Penfentenyou said sharply. "Drunk?" "Just playing! Superabundant vitality of the Race, you know. We'll watch 'em," I answered. The noise ceased. "My deliver," Jimmy gasped. "The ram caught in the thicket, and I'm the only one who can talk Neapolitan! Leggo my collar!"
The surgeon interposed before Sir Patrick could appeal to him. "Mr. Brinkworth's interest in the young lady a little exaggerates the state of the case," he said. "I have seen her, at Lady Lundie's request; and I can assure you that there is not the slightest reason for any present alarm. Miss Lundie has had a nervous attack, which has yielded to the simplest domestic remedies.
Arnold, delayed in getting away at his own time, from his own property, by ceremonies incidental to his position which were not to be abridged without giving offense to many worthy people had caught the passing train early that morning at the station nearest to him, and had returned to Lady Lundie's, as he had left Lady Lundie's, in company with his friend.
Crum is possibly expecting to receive some special information, and is waiting on the chance of being able to communicate it. We must hope, my dear, in to-morrow's post." "Open Lady Lundie's letter in the mean time," said Blanche. "Are you sure it is for you and not for me?" There was no doubt about it. Her ladyship's reply was ominously addressed to her ladyship's brother-in-law.
Somebody must confront her ladyship. And if you won't I must." He pushed Arnold out of the library, and applied meditatively to the knob of his cane. His gayety disappeared, now that he was alone. His experience of Lady Lundie's character told him that, in attempting to win her approval to any scheme for hurrying Blanche's marriage, he was undertaking no easy task.
In another moment the hysterical suffering which she was keeping down would have forced its way outward in tears. Without waiting to know whether she was excused or not, without stopping to hear a word more, she left the summer-house. Lady Lundie's magnificent black eyes opened to their utmost width, and blazed with their most dazzling brightness.
At last the servants left them with the wine and dessert on the table. "I have borne it as long as I can, Sir," said Arnold. "Add to all your kindness to me by telling me at once what happened at Lady Lundie's." It was a chilly evening. A bright wood fire was burning in the room. Sir Patrick drew his chair to the fire. "This is exactly what happened," he said.
Lady Lundie's fidelity to the memory of the late Sir Thomas, on the scene of his last illness and death, persisted in asserting itself, under an ostentation of concealment which tried even the trained temper of Sir Patrick himself. Blanche, still depressed by her private anxieties about Anne, was in no condition of mind to look gayly at the last memorable days of her maiden life.
"Must you always be pulling in a boat-race, or flying over a high jump? If you had a mind, you would want to relax it. You have got muscles instead. Why not relax them?" The shafts of Miss Lundie's bitter wit glided off Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn like water off a duck's back. "Just as you please," he said, with stolid good-humor. "Don't be offended.
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