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Updated: June 20, 2025
'You must forgive me this once: I cannot help will you give me permission to make a difficult remark? said Lord Mountclere, in an impatient voice. 'With pleasure. 'Well, then, the business I meant was an engagement to be married.
She was about to enter the building by the transept door, when she saw Lord Mountclere coming towards her. Ethelberta felt equal to him, or a dozen such, this morning. The looming spectres raised by her mother's information, the wearing sense of being over-weighted in the race, were driving her to a Hamlet-like fantasticism and defiance of augury; moreover, she was abroad.
Ethelberta, nothing daunted, swept along the pavement and down the street in a turbulent prance, Lord Mountclere trotting behind with a jowl reduced to a mere nothing by his concern at the discourtesy into which he had been lured by jealous whisperings. 'My dearest forgive me; I confess I doubted you but I was beside myself, came to her ears from over her shoulder.
I wish somebody else were old too. 'He will be some day. 'Yes, but 'Never mind: time will straighten many crooked things. 'Do you think Lord Mountclere has reached home by this time? 'I should think so: though I believe he had to call at the parsonage before leaving Knollsea. 'Had he? What for? 'Why, of course somebody must 'O yes.
Christopher broke the silence. 'Lord Mountclere is still alive and well, I am told? 'O ay. He'll live to be a hundred. Never such a change as has come over the man of late years. 'Indeed! 'O, 'tis my lady. She's a one to put up with! Still, 'tis said here and there that marrying her was the best day's work that he ever did in his life, although she's got to be my lord and my lady both.
When Ethelberta had proceeded as far as the Red Lion Hotel, she turned towards it with her companion, and being shown to a room, the two sisters shut themselves in. Lord Mountclere paused and entered the White Hart, the rival hotel to the Red Lion, which stood in an adjoining street.
Ethelberta continued her way, and drying her eyes entered the station, where, on searching the time-tables, she found there would be no train for Anglebury for the next two hours. Then more slowly she turned towards the town again, meeting Picotee and keeping in her company. Lord Mountclere gave up the chase, but as he wished to get into the town again, he followed in the same direction.
Lord Mountclere had so far recovered from the sprain as to be nominally quite well, under pressure of a wish to receive guests. The sprain had in one sense served him excellently. He had now a reason, apart from that of years, for walking with his stick, and took care to let the reason be frequently known.
So is mine, said Ladywell, grasping the bell-pull. 'Shall I direct it to be put on her table with this one? 'Thanks. And the two letters went off to Ethelberta's sitting-room, which she had vacated to receive Lord Mountclere in an empty one beneath.
'You will marry me on Friday! Give me your hand upon it. She gave him her hand. 'Is it a covenant? he asked. 'It is, said she. Lord Mountclere warmed from surface to centre as if he had drunk of hippocras, and, after holding her hand for some moments, raised it gently to his lips. 'Two days and you are mine, he said. 'That I believe I never shall be. 'Never shall be? Why, darling?
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