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As to Ferrier's reasons for a course of action so wholly unlike any he had ever yet taken in the case of Lucy Marsham's son, Oliver's thoughts found themselves engaged in a sore and perpetual wrangle. Ferrier, he supposed, suspected him of a lack of "straightness"; and did not care to maintain an intimate relation, which had been already, and might be again, used against him.
Marsham's first feeling, as he advanced into the room, and, looking round him, saw that Diana was alone, was one of acute physical pleasure.
Lankester, who had arrived from London an hour before, had said good-night to Lady Lucy and Sir James, and had slipped into Marsham's room. Marsham had barred his door that evening against both his mother and Sir James. But Lankester was not excluded. Off and on and in the intervals of his parliamentary work he had been staying at Tallyn for some days.
She felt that she had put Alice down; and with the energetic prudence of a good general who knows that he should follow up a victory, let the cost of doing so be what it may, she determined to keep her down. Alice had resolved that she would come as seldom as might be to Mr Palliser's house in Park Lane. That resolution on her part was in close accordance with Mrs Marsham's own views.
Her own reserve broke down, and from her murmured words, her sweetness, her infinite gratitude, Marsham might divine still more fully the richness of that harvest which such a nature promised to a lover. "I won't tell any one but Muriel till you have seen Lady Lucy," said Diana, as they approached the house, and found Marsham's horse waiting at the door.
Marsham listened, but took no active part in it. It was plain, however, that none of the group felt himself in any way checked by Marsham's presence or silence. Presently Marsham the debate in the House having fallen to levels of dulness "measureless to man" remembered that his mother had expressed a wish that he might come home to dinner.
Birch turned to her with confidential jocosity. "Lady Lucy Marsham's cousin; and it is generally supposed that she might by now have been something else but for " He nodded toward the chair at the head of the table which Diana had left vacant. "Whatever do you mean?" said Fanny. The Marshams to her were, so far, mere shadows.
You will rescue her from it. You will show her how to face it and how to conquer it." A tremor swept across Marsham's handsome mouth. But the perplexity and depression in the face remained. Sir James had a slight consciousness of rebuff. But it disappeared in his own emotion. He resumed: "She ought to be told the story perhaps with some omissions at once.
Her tall slenderness bent toward him she held out her hands piteously. Marsham's manhood asserted itself. He encircled her again with his strong arm, and she hid her face against him. The contact of her soft body, her fresh cheek, intoxicated him afresh.
And in the intensity of her submission to the common lot she saw down the years the end of what had now begun herself lying quiet and blessed, in the last sleep, her dead hand in Marsham's. "Why must we go home?" he said, discontentedly, as he released her. "One turn more! up the avenue! There is light enough yet!"
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