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Sir Wilton's relations took as little interest in the heir as himself, and there was no inducement for any of them to visit Mortgrange; the aunt-mother, therefore, had her own way with him. She was not liked in the house. The servants said she cared only for the little toad of a baronet, and would do nothing for her comfort.
She was a special favourite at Mortgrange. Not only did she bewitch the blase man of the world, sir Wilton, but the cold eye of his lady would gleam a faint gleam at the thought of her dowry. Her father "prospected" a little for something higher than a mere baronetcy, but he had in no way interfered.
"Come along." They reached Mortgrange, and stopped at the lodge. Richard walked up to the door. "How is my father?" he asked. "Much the same, sir, I believe." "Is it true that he wanted to see me?" "I don't know, sir." "Is he in his own room?" "Yes, sir; but, I beg your pardon, sir," said the man, "I have my lady's orders to admit no one!"
Richard was indeed, she allowed, in less danger of being injured by the suggestion than any other young man she had known; but the risk, a great one, was there. She did not now, therefore, go so often to Mortgrange.
Sometimes, I suppose, because conscience happens to side with the weaker; sometimes only because the weaker is yet able to make the stronger, especially if he be lazy and a lover of what he calls peace, worse than uncomfortable. The baronet dared not present his son to his wife except in the presence of at least one stranger. He wrote to Richard, appointing a day for his appearance at Mortgrange.
She started to her feet, and hurried on. The boy was no light weight, and she had things to carry besides, which her love said he could not do without; yet before seven o'clock she had cleared some sixteen miles, in a line from Mortgrange as straight as she could keep.
He must do nothing for a day or two! To-morrow being Saturday, they would have a holiday together, and leave the work to George! Richard was willing enough, and it only remained to settle what they would do with their holiday. Suppressing a chuckle, Simon proposed that they should have a walk, and a look at Mortgrange: it was a place well worth seeing!
Lestrange rang the bell, and ordered the attendant to take the young man to his grandfather. The two wandered together over the grounds, and Richard saw much to admire and wonder at, but nothing to approach the hall or the library. On their way home, Simon, to his grandson's surprise, declared himself in favour of his working at the Mortgrange library.
My advice would be to keep quiet yet a while, and see what will come. There appears no occasion for hurry. The universe does not hang on the question of Richard's rights. Will it be much whether your friend go into the other world as late heir, or even late owner of Mortgrange, or as the son of Tuke, the bookbinder? Will the dead be moved from beneath to meet the young baronet at his coming?
He felt she had some right to speak to him so: positive as he had hitherto been, he was not really sure of anything! The fact was, Barbara had been irritated that morning, and had got over the irritation, but not quite over the excitement of it. She thought Miss Brown should never again set hoof within the gates of Mortgrange.
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