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There had been enough of the family ambition latent in him for Timothy Petrick to feel a little envy when, some time before this date, his brother Edward had been accepted by the Honourable Harriet Mountclere, daughter of the second Viscount of that name and title; but having discovered, as I have before stated, the paternity of his boy Rupert to lurk in even a higher stratum of society, those envious feelings speedily dispersed.
'I am going to Normandy myself, said a voice behind her, and without turning she knew that Neigh was standing there. They next went outside, and Lord Mountclere offered Ethelberta his arm on the ground of assisting her down the burnished grass slope.
He feared she had fallen out of a window, down a well, or into the lake. The next stage of search was to have been drags and grapnels: but Ethelberta entered the house. Lord Mountclere rushed forward to meet her, and such was her contrivance that he noticed no change. The searchers were called in, Ethelberta explaining that she had merely obeyed the wish of her brother in going out to meet him.
What does she want to go mixing in with people who despise her for? Now look here, Mr. Mountclere, since you have been and called me out to talk this over, it is only fair that you should tell me the exact truth about your brother. Is it a lie, or is it true, that he is not fit to be the husband of a decent woman?
But Ethelberta walked on as before. Lord Mountclere sighed like a poet over a ledger. 'An old man who is not very old naturally torments himself with fears of losing no, no it was an innocent jest of mine you will forgive a joke hee-hee? he said again, on getting no reply. 'You had no right to mistrust me! 'I do not you did not blench.
Menlove went on building up Mrs. Doncastle's hair awhile in silence. 'I suppose you heard the other news that arrived in town to-day, m'm? she said again. 'Lord Mountclere is going to be married to-morrow. 'To-morrow? Are you quite sure? 'O yes, m'm. Mr. Tipman has just told me so in his letter. He is going to be married to Mrs. Petherwin. It is to be quite a private wedding. Mrs.
'And yet it has been possible any time this last month or two, strange as it seems to you. . . . It is to be not only a plain and simple wedding, without any lofty appliances, but a secret one as secret as if I were some under-age heiress to an Indian fortune, and he a young man of nothing a year. 'Has Lord Mountclere said it must be so private? I suppose it is on account of his family. 'No.
Mountclere and Sol was speeding on its way to Enckworth. When they reached the spot at which the road forked into two, they left the Knollsea route, and keeping thence under the hills for the distance of five or six miles, drove into Lord Mountclere's park. In ten minutes the house was before them, framed in by dripping trees. Mountclere jumped out, and entered without ceremony.
After the strain of keeping up smiles with Lord Mountclere, the rattle and shaking, and the general excitements of the chase across the water and along the rail, a face in which she saw a dim reflex of her mother's was soothing in the extreme, and Ethelberta went up to the staircase with a feeling of expansive thankfulness.
A few days after Ethelberta's reception at Enckworth, an improved stanhope, driven by Lord Mountclere himself, climbed up the hill until it was opposite her door. A few notes from a piano softly played reached his ear as he descended from his place: on being shown in to his betrothed, he could perceive that she had just left the instrument.
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