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Lyndsay and the little boys are going over to Rood Warren with a note for me. I hope you will see Mr. Austyn, Mr. Lyndsay, and persuade him to come over to-morrow." "What! To dine?" said Atherley. "He won't come out to dinner in Lent." I thought so myself, but I was glad of the excuse to see again the delicate, austere face.
Ah, how Fairthorn had leapt for joy when, eighteen years ago, he had thought that Caroline Lyndsay was to be the sunshine and delight of the house to which she had lived to bring the cloud and the grief!
The once-dreaded curses on evil-doers became a popular jest: purgatory was a mere excuse for getting money for masses. In short, the whole mediaeval system was morally rotten; the statements drawn up by councils which made vain attempts to check the stereotyped abuses are as candid and copious concerning all these things as the satires of Sir David Lyndsay.
Lyndsay, I beseech you, accept the teaching of the Church, which is one with that of conscience and of nature, and believe that there is a God, a Sovereign, a Lawgiver, a Judge." He was gone, and I still stood thinking of his words, and of his gaze while he spoke them.
Lyndsay, no doubt, calculated on living with her daughter, having the run of Montfort House in town and Montfort Court in the country. But Montfort is deeper than people think for. No, he never forgave her. She was never asked here; took it to heart, went to Rome, and died." At this moment the door opened, and George Morley, now the Rev. George Morley, entered, just arrived to join his cousins.
Sitting before the wood-fire I slowly unfolded them: the three faintly-perfumed sheets with the gilt monogram above the pointed writing: "Dear Mr. Lyndsay," ran the first, "why did you not come over to-day? I was expecting you to appear all the afternoon. Yours sincerely, G.E.L." The second was dated four weeks later "You silly boy!
But Darrell was then quite wrapped up in politics, the last man to fall in love, and only looked bored when women fell in love with him, which a good many did. Grand- looking creature, my dear, and quite the rage for a year or two. However, Mrs. Lyndsay all of a sudden went off to Paris, and there Montfort saw Caroline, and was caught. Mrs.
Alas! had not she always warned him that Caroline was not worthy of him? him, the greatest, the best of men, &c., &c. Darrell replied by a single cut of his trenchant sarcasm sarcasm which shore through her cushion of down and her veil of gauze like the sword of Saladin. The old Marchioness turned her back upon Mrs. Lyndsay. Lady Selina was crushingly civil.
Lyndsay did go to London did see Gabrielle Desmarets at her balcony did see Darrell enter the house; and on her return to Paris did, armed with this testimony, and with the letters that led to it, so work upon her daughter's mind, that the next day the Marquess of Montfort was accepted.
You are one of the landlords they spout about in London parks on Sundays. You have nothing to do but sign receipts for your rents, paid in full and up to date." "Mr. Lyndsay is an excellent landlord," said Lady Atherley; "and they tell me the new church and the schools he has built are charming." "Very mischievous things both," said Atherley. "Ta-ta."
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