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The house on the Strathleckie side of the property can be let; and as for Netherglen, it would be an advantage for the place if you made it your home for as many months in the year as you chose. I don't see why you should not do so. I shall not return to this neighbourhood." "It does not seem to occur to you," said Mrs.
"You must not return to Netherglen," said Dino, looking at him as he spoke. "My mother will not see you again: she does not want you near her. You understand?" Hugo assented, with a sort of stifled groan. "I was forced to tell her, in order to put her on her guard. But if you obey me, I will tell no one else. I have not even told Brian.
He entered the door of his old home, it was true, with a sort of superstitious terror upon him: Dino had obtained a remarkable power over his mind, and if he had been either in England or Scotland, Hugo would never have dared to present himself at Netherglen.
Perhaps you want to turn Netherglen into a convent, and establish a priory at Strathleckie? Well, I cannot prevent you. What fools we are to think that there is any happiness in this world!" "Mother!" said Dino, and his voice was very gentle, "let me speak to you of another before we talk about the estates. Let me speak to you of Brian." "Brian!"
When Rupert Vivian drove away from Netherglen, Kitty stood for some time in the lane where they had been walking, and gazed after him with painful, anxious interest. The dog-cart was well out of sight before she turned, with a heavy sigh, preparing herself to walk back to the house.
Brett seized his client by the arm and bore him away to the hotel, arguing and scolding as he went. Before his departure, however, Dino found time to say a word in Mr. Colquhoun's ear. "Will you kindly look after Hugo to-night?" he said. "Mrs. Luttrell will not wish him to return to Netherglen." "Oh! There's been a quarrel, has there?" said Mr. Colquhoun eyeing the young man curiously.
When Brian had read the letter, he leaned over the table, and took his wife's hand as he spoke. "Did you ever see him?" he asked. "I saw a young man with Mr. Colquhoun on the day when he came to Netherglen. But I hardly remember his face." "You would have loved him?" "Yes," she said, "for your sake." "And now, what shall we do? Now we are on our guard against Hugo.
After Hugo Luttrell's death, she remained for some time at Netherglen, sitting a great deal in Mrs. Luttrell's room and trying to resume the daughter-like ways which had grown so natural to her. But she was driven slowly to perceive that she was by no means necessary to Mrs. Luttrell's happiness. Mrs.
He dared not show himself. He was trembling in every limb. The hour of his disgrace was drawing near. Should he take advantage of the moment, and leave Netherglen at once, or should he wait and face it out? After a little reflection he determined to wait. From what he had seen of Dino Vasari he fancied that it would not be easy to manage him.
And he may tell me something about affairs at Netherglen." He departed on his errand, whistling as he went; but the whistle died on his lips as soon as he was out of Rupert's hearing. He resumed his geniality of bearing, however, when he stood in Mr. Colquhoun's office. "Well, Mr. Colquhoun," he said, "I think we have all taken you by surprise now."
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