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Updated: June 10, 2025
Even the Crow, so thrilled with his interest in the bridal pair, had not scented anything unusual in his hostess's attitude towards one of her guests. "I think Mr. Markrute is awfully attractive, don't you, Crow?" said Lady Anningford, as they started for their walk. To go to Lynton Heights after lunch on Sunday was almost an invariable custom at Montfitchet.
"That will be Wednesday, the 18th, and we will fix the wedding for Wednesday the 25th, a week later. That gets you back from your honeymoon on the 1st of November; you can stay with me that night, and if your uncle is good enough to include me in the invitation to his shoot we can all three go down to Montfitchet on the following day. Is all this well? If so I will write it down."
Ever so many welcomes to the family and Montfitchet!" And Zara suddenly felt a lump in her throat. How she had misjudged them all in her hurt ignorance! And determining to repair her injustice she advanced with a smile and was presented to the group. There was a good deal of running into each other's rooms before dressing for dinner among the ladies at Montfitchet, that night.
But, although they subjected the financier to the keenest good-natured scrutiny, he did not show a sign or give them any clue. He sat down quietly, and began talking casually to the group by the tea-table, while he methodically spread his bread and butter with blackberry jam. Such delicious schoolroom teas the company indulged in, at the hospitable tea-table of Montfitchet!
The host soon turned back from duty to pleasure, leaving Lady Coltshurst to Lord Charles Montfitchet. The conversation turned upon types. Types were not things of chance, Francis Markrute affirmed; if one could look back far enough there was always a reason for them.
Because if so, my child, you will lose him, I warn you. You cannot treat a man of his spirit like that; he will leave you if you do." "I do not want to keep him at arm's length; he is there of his own will. I told you at Montfitchet everything is too late " Then the butler entered the room: "Some one wishes to speak to your ladyship on the telephone, immediately," he said.
And after the merriest breakfast at little tables in the great dining-room the intending picnickers met in conclave to decide as to what they should do. "It is perfectly sure to rain," Jimmy Danvers said. "There is no use attempting to go to Lynton Heights. Why don't we take the lunch to Montfitchet Tower and eat it in the big hall? There we wouldn't get wet."
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