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Magdalen explained that when the days would be longer, she thought of walking to Rockstone for evensong, but now the best way was to go to the chapel at Clipstone, which was nearer than either of the others. "There is a lovely little chapel there, beautifully fitted up by Lord Rotherwood and Sir Jasper Merrifield, for the hamlet," she said. "How far?" asked Mrs. Best.
'Yes, it was a most unfortunate thing that you. should have run into intercourse with such an utterly untrustworthy person. 'I was grossly deceived, Lady Merrifield! said Constance, clasping her hands somewhat theatrically. 'I shall never believe in any one again! 'Not without better grounds, I hope, was the answer. 'Your poor little friend is terribly broken down by all this.
Carpenter prove how far some 'scientists' will go, rather than appear in an attitude of agnosticism, of not having a sound explanation. Merrifield has reiterated his opinion that the conditions of light were adequate for his view of the object described on p. 184, supra.
Certainly it was a much more lively business than if Lady Merrifield had performed it, for he had something droll to observe to each girl. One he pretended to envy, telling her he had worked hard for may a year, and never got such a card as that for it far less five shillings.
He could not understand at first that what he meant to propose would not be the best means of setting that anxious heart at rest; and Lady Merrifield had to dwell on the swarm of conscientious scruples and questions that would arise about saddling him with such a family, and should not be put to rest as easily as he imagined.
Gillian was speaking rapidly, in the growing consciousness that her mother had rather have had this communication reserved for her private ear and her answer was, 'Poor child! 'Just what I should expect! said Aunt Jane. 'Probably it was jargon half understood, and repeated in defence of her ignorance, said Lady Merrifield. 'She is an odd mixture of defiant loyalty and self-defence.
Fergus Merrifield might not come near Primrose and Lily, and was charmed to accept an invitation from his friend and admirer, Adrian Vanderkist, to Vale Leston, where he would be able to explore the geology of Penbeacon, to say nothing of the coast; while his sister Felicia, who had been one of the victims, remained to be disinfected with Miss Mohun.
"What do you think?" he exclaimed; "here's an invitation for a cruise in the Aurora at the end of August to be nearly the same party that we had years ago," and he threw down the letter for me to read. Of course there was special mention of "my niece, Miss Merrifield, who has just returned from India, and is ordered plenty of sea-air."
And Bessie herself, while sitting under the verandah with Lady Merrifield, while all the others were walking down to embark Lord and Lady Ivinghoe in the yacht, suddenly repeated, "Did you say that her name was Magdalen?" "Yes; I saw it startled you, my dear." "It revived an old, old story. I do not know whether there was anything in it. Who or what is she, Aunt Lily?
'You don't know what a little viper you have been warming, nor what things she has been continually saying of you. She told me Lady Merrifield held up her hand with authority. 'Stay, Constance. Do you think it is generous in you to tell me this? 'I am sure you ought to know. 'Then why did you encourage her? 'I pitied her I believed her I never thought she would have led me into this!
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