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"Our Bishop is a dreadfully prosy old gentleman," Lady Meadowcroft answered, gliding off at a tangent on a personality, as is the wont of her kind; "he had, oh, such a dreadful quarrel with my father over the rules of the St. Alphege Schools at Millington." "Indeed," Hilda answered, turning once more to her book. Lady Meadowcroft looked annoyed.
"We might telegraph to New York," I suggested, "if you only knew where a message would be likely to find him." "I know the hotel which the Meadowcrofts use at New York," she replied. "I was sent there, after my father's death, to wait till Miss Meadowcroft could take me to Morwick." We decided on telegraphing to the hotel.
On the staircase I met Miss Meadowcroft ascending to her own room. Not a curl of her stiff gray hair was disarranged; nothing about the impenetrable woman betrayed that she had been watching through the night. "Has Mr. Jago not returned?" I asked. Miss Meadowcroft slowly shook her head, and frowned at me. "We are in the hands of Providence, Mr. Lefrank. Mr.
Don't I tell you she will do? So far from objecting to her, I mean to go the round of India with her." "You have decided quickly." "Well, you see, if you insist upon accompanying me, I MUST have a chaperon; and Lady Meadowcroft will do as well as anybody else. In fact, being be-ladied, she will do a little better, from the point of view of Society, though THAT is a detail.
When I next saw her, her mask was on once more. Miss Meadowcroft was herself again. Miss Meadowcroft could sit by, impenetrably calm, while the lawyers discussed the terrible position of her brothers, with the scaffold in view as one of the possibilities of the "case." Left by myself, I began to feel uneasy about Naomi.
Must ask leave from Lama-sahibs to visit village; if no ask leave" he drew his hand across his throat with a significant gesture "Lama-sahibs cuttee head off Eulopean." "Goodness gracious!" Lady Meadowcroft cried, clinging tight to Hilda. "Miss Wade, this is dreadful! Where on earth have you brought us to?"
Lefrank wrote to a friend at Narrabee for news of what was going on at the farm. The answer informed us that Ambrose and Silas had emigrated to New Zealand, and that Miss Meadowcroft was alone at Morwick Farm. John Jago had refused to marry her. John Jago had disappeared again, nobody knew where.
"I only want to go about and see India; I can see it quite as well with Lady Meadowcroft as without her and even better. It is unpleasant for a woman to travel unattached. I require a chaperon, and am glad to find one. I will join your party, paying my own hotel and travelling expenses, and considering myself as engaged in case your wife should need my services.
Lady Meadowcroft recalled me to my better self by murmuring, with a sigh: "I suppose we really can't draw a line now; but it DOES seem to me like encouraging idolatry!" "Purely mechanical encouragement," I answered, gazing at my handicraft with an inventor's pardonable pride. "You see, it is the turning itself that does good, not any prayers attached to it.
It might lead to misconceptions; people might suppose we were more than fellow-travellers. "You have had relations in Burma?" Lady Meadowcroft persisted. I manifested a desire to discontinue the conversation. "Yes," I answered, coldly, "my uncle commanded there." "Commanded there! Really! Ivor, do you hear? Dr. Cumberledge's uncle commanded in Burma."
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