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She's mine! said the other greedily. A drooping manner appeared in the Countess from that moment. Lady Mottisfont, too, was in a wretched mood all the way home that day. The Countess was so charming in every way that she had charmed her gentle ladyship; how should it be possible that she had failed to charm Sir Ashley? Moreover, she had awakened a strange thought in Philippa's mind.
"I live at Barrowford, worshipful sir," replied the reeve, "but I have only lately come there, having succeeded Maurice Mottisfont, the other reeve, who has been removed by the master forester to Rossendale, where I formerly dwelt." "That may account for my not having seen you before," rejoined Nowell. "You are well mounted, sirrah.
Lady Mottisfont, after five years of wedded life, was expecting to become a mother, and the aspect of many things was greatly altered in her view. Among the more important changes was that of no longer feeling Dorothy to be absolutely indispensable to her existence.
'I am not a beggar any longer, said Lady Mottisfont, with proud mystery. 'What do you mean by that? Lady Mottisfont hesitated. However, it was only too plain that she did not now jump at a restitution of one for whom some months before she had been breaking her heart. The explanation of this change of mood became apparent some little time farther on.
Sir Ashley would kiss his wife, and his wife would kiss little Dorothy, and little Dorothy would kiss Sir Ashley, and after this triangular burst of affection Lady Mottisfont would say, 'Dear me I forget she is not mine! 'What does it matter? her husband would reply. 'Providence is fore-knowing. He has sent us this one because he is not intending to send us one by any other channel.
Dorothy's experiences being rather limited, she mentioned the only other place in the world that she was acquainted with, the cottage of the villager who had taken care of her before Lady Mottisfont had removed her to the Manor House. 'Yes; that's where you'll be best off and most independent, he answered.
By degrees the two households became friendly, and very seldom did a week pass without their seeing something of each other. Try as she might, and dangerous as she assumed the acquaintanceship to be, Lady Mottisfont could detect no fault or flaw in her new friend. It was obvious that Dorothy had been the magnet which had drawn the Contessa hither, and not Sir Ashley.
Thither also came the fair Contessa, whom, as soon as Philippa saw how much she was sought after by younger men, she could not conscientiously suspect of renewed designs upon Sir Ashley. But the Countess had finer opportunities than ever with Dorothy; for Lady Mottisfont was often indisposed, and even at other times could not honestly hinder an intercourse which gave bright ideas to the child.
That afternoon Lady Mottisfont went to her husband with singular firmness upon her gentle face. 'Ashley, we have been married nearly five years, and I have never challenged you with what I know perfectly well the parentage of Dorothy. 'Never have you, Philippa dear. Though I have seen that you knew from the first. 'From the first as to her father, not as to her mother.
Farmer Barton was a good patriot, and the knowledge that the intruder was a navy-man sensibly moderated his truculence. "Why, this be Firtop Farm, half-a-mile from Mottisfont station, if you know where that is," he said. "Daze me if you hain't been and cut into my hayrick!" He sniffed. "And what's this horrible smell? I do believe you've spoilt the whole lot with your stinking oil."
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