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He wanted to talk to her alone, for he was going away on the morrow, and had much to say to her. "Where are you going?" she asked with sad, wondering eyes, her chance of escaping seeming rapidly to diminish. "I am going to Lynnton," he replied, "to see about plans for the new buildings. They should be begun at once. For even if we remain abroad a whole year they will then be hardly finished.
Three days afterward Lillian started on her journey to the south of France insisted upon by the doctor. Lord Earle and his wife took charge of their child; Lord Airlie, declaring he could not yet endure Lynnton, went with them. Lady Helena and Lionel Dacre remained at home, in charge of the Hall and the estate.
"You like to do everything en reine, Beatrice," said Lady Helena, with a well-pleased smile. "If you have not flowers sufficient, Miss Earle," said Lord Airlie, "I will send to Lynnton. My gardener considers himself a past master of his art." "My dear Lord Airlie," said Lady Earle, "we have flowers in profusion. You have not been through the conservatories.
It was a pleasant ride; in the after-days she looked back upon it as one of the brightest hours she had ever known. Lord Airlie told her all about Lynnton, his beautiful home a grand old castle, where every room had a legend, every tree almost a tradition.
"It did me good, mother it made me feel young and happy again to see and hear him. His handsome, frank face clouded when I told him we were going; then he sighed said London would be like a desert declared he could not go to Lynnton, the place was full of work-people. He did not like Scotland, and was as homeless as a wealthy young peer with several estates could well be.
The young earl had vast estates in Scotland. Lynnton Hall and Craig Castle, two of the finest seats in England, were his. His mansion in Belgravia was the envy of all who saw it. Young, almost fabulously wealthy, singularly generous and amiable, the young Earl of Airlie was the center of at least half a hundred of matrimonial plots; but he was not easily managed.
He remembered afterward how he had raised the beautiful face in his hands and gazed at it in loving admiration, whispering something the while about "Lady Airlie of Lynnton." He remembered how she, so little given to caressing, had laid her hand upon his shoulder, clasping her arms around his neck, kissing his face, and calling him, "her own dear papa."
"That seems to me a settled affair," he said. "Beatrice will make a grand countess Lady Airlie of Lynnton. He is the finest young fellow and the best match in England. Ah, mother, my folly might have been punished more severely. There will no mesalliance there." "No," said Lady Earle, "I have no fears for Beatrice; she is too proud ever to do wrong."
Will you ride with me this morning? I want to talk to you about Lynnton my home, you know. You will be Lady Airlie of Lynnton, and no king will be so proud as I shall." The breakfast bell rang at last. When Beatrice entered the room, Lady Earle went up to her. "Your papa has told me the news," she said. "Heaven bless you, and make you happy, dear child!"
It is a welcome home, you know. Alfred, you take in Mrs. Lynnton. Come along, child. And he gave her his arm with great ceremony, and led her into the long, old-fashioned dining-room, which was a blaze of candles, and gave her the seat at his right hand, and immediately called for a fire-screen lest the fire should be too much. 'Or will you sit the other side, my dear? said he.
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