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"I went to see Miss Rowley." "Oh, indeed." "My secret will be safe with you, I know." "I did not know that there was a secret," said Trevelyan. "I should have thought that they would have told me." "I don't see that. However, it doesn't matter much. I got nothing by my journey. Are the ladies still at Nuncombe Putney?" "No, they have moved from there to London." "Not back to Curzon Street?"
I have a thousand things to say to you, and among them one or two which I feel that I must say, that I ought to say. As it happens, an old schoolfellow of mine is Vicar of Cockchaffington, a village which I find by the map is very near to Nuncombe Putney. I saw him in town last spring, and he then asked me to pay him a visit.
But she had no opportunity of sending her sisters away; and, unless chance should remove them, this could not be done. "He is son of the lady we were with at Nuncombe Putney," she whispered to her father as she got up to move across the room to welcome her lover.
Stanbury lived at Nuncombe Putney, was the tiniest little dwelling in which a lady and her two daughters ever sheltered themselves. There was, indeed, a sitting-room, two bed-rooms, and a kitchen; but they were all so diminutive in size that the cottage was little more than a cabin.
She felt herself to be altogether altered in her views of life, since experience had come upon her, first at Nuncombe Putney, and after that, much more heavily and seriously, at St. Diddulph's. She looked back as though to a childish dream to the ideas which had prevailed with her when she had told herself, as she used to do so frequently, that she was unfit to be a poor man's wife.
Trevelyan should be indiscreet, if, for instance, Colonel Osborne should show himself at Nuncombe Putney, then, for the sake of the family, Miss Stanbury would speak out, and would speak out very loudly. All this Dorothy understood, and she could perceive that her aunt had strong suspicion that there would be indiscretion.
"If you think it best, Aunt Stanbury." "And put yourself in the middle of all this iniquity and abomination! I don't suppose you want to know the woman?" "No, indeed!" "Or the man?" "Oh, Aunt Stanbury!" "It's my belief that no decent gentleman in Exeter would look at you again if you were to go and live among them at Nuncombe Putney while all this is going on. No, no.
"She will only be too glad to jump into your arms," said Lady Milborough. Trevelyan thought that if he went to Nuncombe Putney, his wife might perhaps jump into his arms; but what would come after that? How would he stand then in reference to his authority? Would she own that she had been wrong? Would she promise to behave better in future?
The ever-watchful Bozzle was, of course, at his heels, or rather, not at his heels on the first two miles of the journey; for Bozzle, with painful zeal, had made himself aware of all the facts, and had started on the Nuncombe Putney road half an hour before the Colonel's fly was in motion. And when the fly passed him he was lying discreetly hidden behind an old oak.
When Miss Stanbury, in the Close at Exeter, was first told of the arrangement that had been made at Nuncombe Putney, she said some very hard words as to the thing that had been done. She was quite sure that Mrs. Trevelyan was no better than she should be. Ladies who were separated from their husbands never were any better than they should be.
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