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Petherwin, he began, and, determined that there should be no mistake, repeated, 'Does Mrs. Ethelberta Petherwin, the poetess, live here? turning full upon the person who opened the door. 'She does, sir, said a faltering voice; and he found himself face to face with the pupil-teacher of Sandbourne.
'Well, come along never mind so long as you be here. Picotee explained circumstances as well as she could without stating them, and, after a general conversation of a few minutes, Sol interrupted with 'Anybody upstairs with Mrs. Petherwin? 'Mr. Julian was there just now, said Joey; 'but he may be gone.
'I have kept it by me lately, for I have wished to look over it at leisure 'Good heavens! said Ethelberta. 'And I was just coming in to tell you that I would always cling to you, and never desert you, ill-use me how you might! 'Such an affectionate remark sounds curious at such a time, said Lady Petherwin, sinking down in a chair at the end of the struggle.
'We are not acquainted personally with the family, the man replied. 'My master has only taken the house for a few months, whilst extensive alterations are being made in his own on the other side of the park, which he goes to look after every day. If you want any further information about Lady Petherwin, Mrs. Petherwin will probably give it. I can let you have her address.
It is quite new-fashioned to me, though I suppose it was old-fashioned to you. O, and Berta, will the title of Lady Petherwin descend to you when your mother-in-law dies? 'No, of course not. She is only a knight's widow, and that's nothing. 'The lady of a knight looks as good on paper as the lady of a lord. 'Yes. And in other places too sometimes. However, about your journey home.
Petherwin until her name leaked out in connection with these ballads? 'No; but I think I recollect seeing her once before. She is one of those people who are known, as one may say, by subscription: everybody knows a little, till she is astonishingly well known altogether; but nobody knows her entirely. She was the orphan child of some clergyman, I believe.
Cooled down by this, he stepped into the drive and went up to the house. 'Is Mrs. Petherwin at home? he said modestly. 'Who did you say, sir? He repeated the name. 'Don't know the person. 'The lady may be a visitor I call on business. 'She is not visiting in this house, sir. 'Is not this Arrowthorne Lodge? 'Certainly not. 'Then where is Arrowthorne Lodge, please?
She was a very clever child. Lady Petherwin took a deal of trouble about her education. They were both left widows about the same time: the son died, then the father. My daughter was only seventeen then. But though she's older now, her marriage with Lord Mountclere means misery. He ought to marry another woman. 'It is very extraordinary, Mr. Doncastle murmured.
She had now and then imagined that her previous intermarriage with the Petherwin family might efface much besides her surname, but experience proved that the having been wife for a few weeks to a minor who died in his father's lifetime, did not weave such a tissue of glory about her course as would resist a speedy undoing by startling confessions on her station before her marriage, and her environments now.
'Ladywell, how came this Mrs. Petherwin to think of such a queer trick as telling romances, after doing so well as a poet? said a man in the stalls to his friend, who had been gazing at the Story-teller with a rapt face. 'What don't you know? everybody did, I thought, said the painter. 'A mistake.
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