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Updated: May 13, 2025
"I was going to speak to you privately about these arrangements. You, of course, ought never to go away from Netherglen, and, whoever goes, you shall not. You must be here to welcome Mr. Brian when he comes home again, and to give my wife a greeting when I bring her to Netherglen which I hope I shall do very shortly."
The dying man turned in his extremity to the young head of the house, Richard Luttrell, then only twenty-one years of age, and did not turn in vain. Richard Luttrell undertook the charge of the boy, and as soon as the father was laid in the grave, he took Hugo home with him to Netherglen.
You will soon find out how differently it receives you now from the way it received you a year a month a week ago. You are a rich man. I wish you joy of your wealth. Everything goes to you except Netherglen itself; that is left in my hands." "Mother, are you mad?" said her son, passionately. "Why do you talk to me in this way?
Well, I don't exactly wonder at that. You've lost your chance of Netherglen, Mr. Hugo Luttrell." Hugo's face grew livid. He looked to Mr. Colquhoun for explanation, but did not speak. "It's just the most remarkable coincidence I ever heard of," said Mr. Colquhoun, seating himself in the least comfortable chair the room afforded, and rubbing his forehead with a great, red silk-handkerchief.
If I find that you return to your evil courses, I shall keep the secret of your conduct no longer. Then, when Brian comes home, he can reckon with you." "Brian!" ejaculated Hugo. "Yes: Brian. What I require from you is that you trouble Netherglen no more. I cannot think of you with peace in my mother's house. You will leave it to-night at once." "Yes," Hugo muttered.
The old lady's health had lately shown signs of improvement: if she were to recover sufficiently to indicate her wishes to her son, Hugo might find himself deprived of all chance of Netherglen. For these reasons he was disposed to press for a speedy conclusion to the matter. He came up to the gates, and found Kitty engaged in an animated conversation with Mr.
To his infinite surprise and mortification, she refused his offer of marriage most decidedly. Angela's departure from Netherglen had already taken place. Hugo was not sorry that she was gone. Her gentle words and ways were a restraint upon him: he felt obliged to command himself in her presence. And self-command was becoming more and more a difficult task.
It is on the Leckie property, but it is not an old place like Netherglen. I think it was built in 1840." "Not a very good style of architecture," said Rupert, scanning it with an attentive eye. "A good style of architecture, indeed!" commented Kitty to herself, as she ran away to her own room, after committing Mr.
"Forgive him this time; he is only a boy, after all and a boy with a bad training." "Will you be so good as to mind your own business, Brian?" said the elder brother, peremptorily. The severity of his tone increased as he addressed himself again to Hugo. "You will leave Netherglen to-day. Your luggage can be sent after you; give your own directions about it.
"Abroad?" repeated Hugo, with a wondering accent. "Why should you go abroad?" "That's my own business." "But but " said the lad, flushing and paling, and stammering with eagerness, "I thought that you would stay here, and that Netherglen and everything would belong to you, and and "
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