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Halifax had looked grave most women would, especially wives and mothers, in those days when every innovation was regarded with horror, and improvement and ruin were held synonymous. She might have thought so too, had she not believed in her husband. But now, at mention of the steam-engine, she looked up and smiled. "Lady Oldtower asked me about it to-day.
Sir Ralph Oldtower stood a good while talking with John; and finally, having sent his carriage on, walked with him down Kingswell Hill towards the manor-house. I, riding alongside, caught fragments of their conversation. "What you say is all true, Mr. Halifax; and you say it well. But what can we do? Our English constitution is perfect that is, as perfect as anything human can be.
"Is all safe, husband?" "I think so. Mr. Oldtower is elected HE must fly the country." "Then she is saved." "Let us hope she is. Come, my darling!" and he wrapped his arm round her, for she was shivering. "We have done all we could and must wait the rest. Come home. Oh!" with a lifted look and a closer strain, "thank God for home!" We always rose early at Longfield.
Of the many loquacious visitors who came that morning to pour upon Lady Oldtower all the curiosity of Coltham fashionable Coltham, famous for all the scandal of haut ton there was none who did not speak of Lord Luxmore and his affairs with an uncomfortable, wondering awe.
"Lord Luxmore seems not to understand the duties and principles of us country gentlemen," he said coldly, and turned away, addressing the general meeting. "Gentlemen, the poll will be held this afternoon, according to the suggestion of my neighbour here." "Sir Ralph Oldtower has convenient neighbours," remarked Lord Luxmore.
We did not see Guy among the dancers, who were now forming in a somewhat confused square, in order to execute a new dance called quadrilles, of which Miss Grace Oldtower was to be the instructress. "Where is Guy?" said the mother, who would have missed him among a room full of people. "Have you seen Guy anywhere, Miss Silver?"
Sir Ralph Oldtower, who was sheriff, sat at a table, with his son, the grave-looking young man who had been with him in the carriage; near them were Mr. Brithwood of the Mythe, and the Earl of Luxmore. The room was pretty well filled with farmers' labourers and the like.
"Guy, you foolish boy!" as she took his cap off and pushed back his hair, trying not to look proud of his handsome face, "what have you been doing all day?" "Making myself agreeable, of course, mother." "That he has," corroborated Walter, whose great object of hero-worship was his eldest brother. "He talked with Lady Oldtower, and he sang with Miss Oldtower and Miss Grace.
Thus by his own act, and as some one had told somebody that somebody else had heard Lord Ravenel say: "for the honour of the family," the present earl had succeeded to an empty title, and beggary. "Or," Lady Oldtower added, "what to a man of rank will be the same as beggary a paltry two hundred a year or so which he has reserved, they say, just to keep him from destitution. Ah here comes Mr.
"No hesitation in a matter of right and wrong. Gentlemen, and my worthy friends, will you hear Mr. Oldtower, whom you all know? Herbert, are these accusations true?" "I am afraid so," said the grave young man, more gravely. "Mr. Brithwood, I regret extremely that this discovery was not made before. What do you purpose doing?" "By the Lord that made me, nothing!
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