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"But I am not a clergyman's wife yet," said Stella with some feeling, "and can surely enjoy a few things of my age until I am and doing my hair how I please is one of them." Mr. Medlicott shrugged his shoulders, he refused to continue this unseemly altercation with his betrothed.
Medlicott clasped his hands convulsively but he did not reply so the Russian went on: "Surely, you must see that a woman should be free to marry that is, to give herself and her power to become a mother where she loves not to be forced to bestow these sacred gifts when her spirit is unwilling just because she has made the initial mistake of affiancing herself to a man, often through others' influence, who she discovers afterward is distasteful to her.
I will wish you a good-day," and he bowed again as Canon Ebley and his outraged spouse sailed from the room and, with an exclamation of suppressed fury, Eustace Medlicott followed in their wake. Then Count Roumovski laughed softly to himself and, sitting down at a writing-table, wrote a letter to his beloved. His whole plan of life was simple and direct.
Medlicott caught at the words. "It rests with you," he said. "Of course I am your property and Mrs. Evelyn's, but I should like to tell you why this is more to me than a matter of common humanity. I went up to study in London, a simple, foolish lad, bred up by three good old aunts, more ignorant of the world than their own tabby cat.
Medlicott took it at last and wringing it silently turned and drew toward the door, making his exit. Silence fell upon the company until he had gone and then Count Roumovski whispered in his harassed little fiancee's ear: "Never mind his point of view, darling yonder goes an English gentleman, and since I have gained my star and he has lost his, he has my deepest sympathy."
"I refuse to listen to another word," Mr. Medlicott flashed, "and I warn you, sir, that I will give no such freedom at your bidding on the contrary, I shall have my marriage with Miss Rawson solemnized immediately, and try, if there is a word of truth in your preposterous assertion that she loves you, to bring her back to a proper sense of her duty to me and to God, repressing her earthly longings by discipline and self-denial, the only true methods for the saving of her soul.
"Pooh, pooh, child!" though I don't think she was displeased, "he is not fit for more work just now. I shall go and write for Dr. Trevor." And for the next half-hour, we did nothing but arrange physical comforts and cures for poor Mr. Gray. At the end of the time, Mrs. Medlicott said
An exquisite old lady in a black satin gown and white embroidered shawl, with a white Chantilly scarf binding rolled masses of white hair. She had been a Miss Postlethwaite, of Medlicott. "My dear boy so you've got back?" She turned to her son with a soft moan of joy, lifting up her hands to hold his face as he stooped to kiss her. "How well you look," she said.
Medlicott, as a message from my lady, who further went on to desire that certain little preparations should be made in her own private sitting-room, in which the greater part of my days were spent. From the nature of these preparations, I became quite aware that my lady intended to do honour to her expected visitors. Indeed, Lady Ludlow never forgave by halves, as I have known some people do.
Young Medlicott glanced upstairs from his post on the threshold. I refrained from watching him too keenly, but I knew what was in his mind. "I'll go," he said hurriedly. "I'll go as I am, before my mother is disturbed and frightened out of her life. I owe you something, too, not only for what you've done for me, but for what I was fool enough to think about you at the first blush.
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