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Don't trouble about me. It is you I am thinking of leaving you here. I am afraid I may be away some days, and you may not be comfortable.... No I can't possibly take you with me. I have to get ready to go at once. The trap will only just take me and Lutwyche, and our boxes. It must be Tom Kettering and the trap. The carriage could not do it in the time.
Lutwyche interrupted with hot water, her expression saying distinctly: "I am a young woman of unimpeachable character, who can come into a room where a titled lady and her daughter are at loggerheads, no doubt about a love-affair, and can shut my eyes to the visible and my ears to the audible. Go it!"
"I hope your ladyship does not blame me. I was only obeying orders." "Get it, please, and don't talk." Her ladyship was rather incensed with the young woman, but not for obeying orders. It was because of the attempt to minimise the letter. It was just like Lutwyche. Nothing would make that woman really truthful!
"I wish I hadn't heard it," said she, "if it isn't to be delivered till to-morrow. That young woman is Dr. Nash's housekeeper Dr. Nash at Chorlton." She was speaking to ears that had heard all about the twin sisters. She interrupted any answer that meant to follow "Oh!" and "H'm!" by saying abruptly: "I must see Lutwyche and find out."
And then she said I recollect it quite plainly 'Who destroyed his sight? Tell me that!" "What did you answer to that?" "I refused to talk any longer, and said you and she must settle it your own way." "Nothing else?" "Oh well nothing nothing to speak of! Lutwyche came worrying in with hot water." The Earl sat cogitating until her ladyship roused him by saying "Well!" rather tartly.
It's a very extraordinary thing that it should be so, but I have certainly somehow formed an image in my mind of all my much too numerous retinue of servants taking sides with Masham and Miss Lutwyche respectively, in connection with this old lady of yours, who must be a great curiosity, and whom, by the way, I haven't seen yet."
Gwen returned to her own quarters after a certain amount of good-humoured fault-finding, having listened to and made light of many expressions of contrition from the old lady that she should have occasioned what Miss Lutwyche afterwards spoke of as just so much uncalled-for hot water.
Not Lupin the other one, Mary Anne, who seldom came this way, and whom she hardly knew by sight. But what was it that they were saying? Said Miss Lutwyche: "Well, I call her a plaguy old cat.... No, I don't care if she does hear me." However, she lowered her voice to finish her speech, and much that followed was inaudible to old Maisie. Who of course supposed she was the plaguy old cat!
I've no objection to anything being distinctly understood, so long as it is also distinctly understood that it doesn't make a particle of difference to either of us.... Yes come in! Put them on the writing-table." This was to Miss Lutwyche, who came in, bearing letters. "To either of you! You answer for Mr. Torrens, my dear, with a good deal of confidence.
"What are you fiddling with my letters for, Lutwyche?" said Gwen. "Do please get done and go!" "Yes, my lady." Discreet retirement of Miss Lutwyche. "She didn't hear, mamma. You needn't fuss." "I was not fussing, my dear, but it's as well to.... Yes, go on with what you were saying." Because Lutwyche, being extinct, might be forgotten. Gwen was looking round at the mirror.
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