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I would not have minded that to ease the shattered feelings of one so infirm and suffering as he. In dealing with mad people I suppose one must be false. But I should have been accusing her; and it may be that he will get well, and it might be that he would then remember what I had said." At the station near Monkhams she was met by Lady Peterborough in the carriage.
Nora, however, had come to a very absolute decision. "Caroline," she said, "if you will have me, I will go to Monkhams." "Of course we will have you. Has not Charles said how delighted he would be?" "Oh yes, your Charles," said Nora, laughing. "He is mine now, dear. You must not expect him to change his mind again. I gave him the chance, you know, and he would not take it.
Caroline has been telling me everything about it; but she is not quite a complete guide as yet. She does not know where the seven oaks are. Do you remember telling me of the seven oaks?" "Of course I do. They are five miles off; at Clatton farm, Carry. I don't think you have been near Clatton yet. We will ride there to-morrow." And thus Nora Rowley was made at home at Monkhams.
Early in the following spring Hugh Stanbury was married to Nora Rowley in the parish church of Monkhams, at which place by that time Nora found herself to be almost as much at home as she might have been under other circumstances. They had prayed that the marriage might be very private; but when the day arrived there was no very close privacy.
Of Nora her brother-in-law took but little notice, and never again referred in her hearing to the great trouble of his life. He said to her a word or two about Monkhams, and asked a question now and again as to Lord Peterborough, whom, however, he always called Mr. Glascock; but Hugh Stanbury's name was never mentioned by him.
"Nora, my dear, don't be a fool. A young lady like you can't go and live in lodgings by herself. All manner of things would be said. And this is such a very kind offer! You must accept it, for Hugh's sake. I have already said that you would accept it." "But she will be going out of town." "She will stay till you can go to Monkhams, if Emily is not back before then.
Perhaps the American Minister might express a wish to end his days at Monkhams, and might think it desirable to have Miss Petrie always with him as a private secretary in poetry! "Between you and us, Mr. Glascock, the spark of sympathy does not pass with a strong flash," said a voice in his ear.
Or was it that for her, especially for her, Hugh was the appointed staff and appropriate wall of protection? Be all that as it might, she knew at the moment that she did love, not this man, but that other who was writing articles for the Daily Record. She must refuse the offer that was so brilliant, and give up the idea of reigning as queen at Monkhams. "Oh, Mr.
Lady Rowley, in answer to this, could only say that she would consult her husband. There was something very grievous in the proposition to Lady Rowley. If Nora had not been self-willed and stiff-necked beyond the usual self-willedness and stiff-neckedness of young women she might have been herself the mistress of Monkhams.
And, when she told me little details of individual men and women, and of things she had seen, and said not a word about the rights of women, or even of politics generally, I felt that I was a degraded creature in her sight. But, though you laugh at her, she did me good, and will do good to others. Here we are inside Monkhams, and now you must look at the avenue."
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