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It was Cicely who asked why Walter wanted to live at Melbury Park, and what Muriel said about it. "He doesn't say a word about Muriel," snapped the Squire. "I suppose Muriel is backing him up. I shall certainly speak to Jim and Mrs. Graham about it. It is disgraceful positively disgraceful to think of taking a girl like Muriel to live in such a place.
A week and more passed, and there was no further news of Melbury. But the effect of the intelligence he had already transmitted upon the elastic-nerved daughter of the woods had been much what the old surgeon Jones had surmised. It had soothed her perturbed spirit better than all the opiates in the pharmacopoeia. She had slept unbrokenly a whole night and a day.
Fitzpiers being in front of Melbury was seen by the latter, but the surgeon, never turning his head, did not observe his father-in-law, ambling slowly and silently along under the trees, though his horse too was a gray one. "How is Grace?" said his wife, as soon as he entered. Melbury looked gloomy. "She is not at all well," he said. "I don't like the looks of her at all.
Then there's nothing much to fear, what?" "No, we are all coming to live at Melbury Park, and Aunt Grace is going to take in our washing." "Oh, that's the line taken, is it?" said Walter. "Well, I dare say it's all very funny, but I can't have you twankies giving yourselves airs, you know. I don't know why they talk over things before you.
One, the hill way, leaves the Salisbury road half a mile from the town and, passing another earthwork on Pimperne Down, makes for the lonely and beautiful wooded highlands of Cranborne Chase, with but one village Melbury Abbas in the long ten miles of rough and hilly road.
It might have been thought that he had already accepted the inevitable and was prepared to make the best of it. "I don't know, Edward," said the Rector; and the Squire told him. "And you have a particular objection to this place, Melbury Park?" inquired the Rector guilelessly. "O my dear Tom," said the Squire impatiently, "have you ever seen the place?"
On this account his face had been seen but fitfully in Hintock; and he would probably have disappeared from the place altogether but for his slight business connection with Melbury, on whose premises Giles kept his cider-making apparatus, now that he had no place of his own to stow it in.
The speaker was neither Grace nor Fitzpiers, but Marty South, who approached with her face turned up to the sky in her endeavor to trace the birds. Suddenly perceiving Grace, she exclaimed, "Oh, Miss Melbury! I have been following they pigeons, and didn't see you. And here's Mr. Winterborne!" she continued, shyly, as she looked towards Fitzpiers, who stood in the background.
"I still mean to do it," said Melbury. "Then do," said she. "But all these things trouble me," said he; "for I feel I am sacrificing her for my own sin; and I think of her, and often come down here and look at this." "Look at what?" asked his wife. He took the candle from her hand, held it to the ground, and removed a tile which lay in the garden-path.
The Rector of Kencote and the Vicar of Melbury Park, a new friend of Walter's who happened, as the Squire put it, to be a gentleman, were talking together by the buffet under the tent.
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