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Lyddell, were driving along the white road leading to Oakworthy, after a very pleasant visit to the Marchmonts, when Selina had treated Agnes so affectionately, as to cause her to forget all past neglect, and had, as Edmund said, scaled their friendship, by raving at Marian's decision, "It was too bad," said she, "when they had given up London, the only thing that made it tolerable."
"Do not give way to depression, Trevalyon," said Reverend Douglas; "our paths cannot all be those of pleasantness." "Don't go, Robert, I want you to dine with us at seven; only the Marchmonts." "Thank you, Lady Esmondet, I shall be with you, but for the present, au revoir as I have even-song."
The Marchmonts were loud in his praise, Marian sought the real opinion in Edmund's eyes, but he was leaning back, looking meditative, and when first he roused himself to enter into conversation, it was of Lionel and not of Gerald that he spoke. "Do you say that any one has looked at that boy's eyes?" "Yes, Mr. Wells, the Oakworthy apothecary." "Do you know what is thought of him?"
She breakfasted with the rest of the family, dined with them when there was not a large party, learnt more of masters, and studied more on her own account than she had ever done before; and only depended on Miss Morley and Clara for companionship in walking and meals, when Caroline was otherwise engaged. She was more with the Marchmonts than ever during this spring.
"I'll find him," and off he ran, with a fresh pull of his hat over his forehead to keep off the hideous sunshine. The Marchmonts came up at the moment, and were told who he was, and that he was gone to find Gerald. Edmund asked what was the matter with his eyes. "They are never very good," said Marian. "Reading and strong light always hurt them." "Has he had any advice?"
"There are the men from the barracks in Merriton; they can always be asked over," goes on Maurice. "And now, who else?" "The Marchmonts!" "Of course." He pauses. "And then there is Mrs. Bethune!" "Your cousin! Yes!" "Shall we ask her?" "Why should we not ask her?" She lifts one small, delicate, brown hand, and, laying it on his cheek, turns his face to hers.
"Stop, stop, stop; don't think that cousin Edmund means to give you leave to begin hating them." "Hating them? O no! but now you will tell me what I ought to do, since there is no possibility of getting away from them." "No, there is no possibility," said Edmund, considering; "I could not ask the Marchmonts again, though they did make the offer in the first fulness of their hearts.
"Do you think I want you to help it? I suppose I need not ask if the Marchmonts are in town?" "Lady Marchmont presents Marian," said Mrs. Lyddell; "we expect her carriage every minute." And just then the announcement really came. "Her carriage, not herself?" said Edmund. "Well, I think I might go with you to her house, Marian, if your feathers are not ashamed of such shabby company."
She had wearied of the familiar round of metropolitan gayety; but life on the Hudson during midwinter was an entire novelty. Therefore, as her little brother had been included in the invitation, they had started on what was emphatically a frolic to both. Bel Parton, her companion, was another city cousin of the Marchmonts, with whom they were in the habit of exchanging visits.
"No, but Caroline, don't say anything about it; it was what I heard about him at the Marchmonts." "O what?" "It does not seem fair to tell how they talked over their guests, so don't repeat it again, pray." "You seem to find it like having a tooth drawn. Well! I am sworn to secrecy. I won't tell a living creature."
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