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She had broken the journey to visit a maternal grand-aunt and some Virginia cousins, in Richmond, Charteris explained, and was to come thence to Matocton. "And so you have acquired a boy and, by my soul, a very handsome wife, Rudolph?" "It is sufficiently notorious," said Colonel Musgrave. "Yes, we are quite absurdly happy."
He saw about him other scions of old families who accepted such circumstances blithely: but, he said, he was a Musgrave of Matocton; and, he reflected, in the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed is necessarily very unhappy.
It is not your fault, perhaps, but the fact remains that you have never amounted to anything personally. You have simply traded upon the accident of being born a Musgrave of Matocton. In consequence you were enabled to marry Patricia's money, just as the Musgraves of Matocton always marry some woman who is able to support them. Ah, but it was her money you married, and not Patricia!
He had won the game; he had played it, heartily and skilfully and successfully; and his reward was that the old bickerings with Patricia should continue, and that Anne should be taught to loathe him. He foresaw it all very plainly as he stood, hand in hand with his wife. But Anne would be happy. It was for that he had played. They came back to Matocton almost silently.
Thus he capitulated, and with an ineffable air of routine. Colonel Musgrave was, in a decorous fashion, the happiest of living persons. Colonel Musgrave was, in a decorous fashion, the happiest of living persons.... As a token of this he devoted what little ready money he possessed to renovating Matocton, where he had not lived for twenty years.
"Don't be an ass!" the colonel pleaded; and then observed, inconsequently: "I can't somehow quite realize Aline is dead. Lord, Lord, the letters that I wrote to her! She sent them all back, you know, in genuine romantic fashion, after we had quarreled. I found those boyish ravings only the other day in my father's desk at Matocton, and skimmed them over.
"Dear me!" said Miss Stapylton; "how interesting!" Then she yawned with deliberate cruelty. "However," she concluded, "I shall call you Olaf, just the same." "Er h'm!" said the colonel. This imbecile, without a syllable to say for himself, without a solitary adroit word within tongue's reach, wherewith to annihilate the hussy, was a Musgrave of Matocton! And she did.
So Colonel Musgrave filled a glass with the famed Lafayette madeira of Matocton, and solemnly drank yet another toast. He loved to do, as you already know, that which was colorful. "To this new South," he said. "To this new South that has not any longer need of me or of my kind. "To this new South!
As it was, she approached Rudolph Musgrave with a fixed purpose this morning as he smoked an after-breakfast cigarette on the front porch of Matocton. And, "Rudolph," said Mrs. Ashmeade, "are you blind?" "You mean ?" he asked, and he broke off, for he had really no conception of what she meant. And Mrs. Ashmeade said, "I mean Patricia and Charteris.
The morning mail was just in, and Patricia had despatched Charteris for her letters, on the plea that the woods were too beautiful to leave, and that Matocton, in the unsettled state which marks the end of the week in a house-party, was intolerable. She, undoubtedly, was partial to the grove, having spent the last ten mornings there. Mr.
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