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It's extraordinarily kind of him don't you think?" the speaker smilingly lowered his voice "taking on Miss Pitstone like this? It's a great responsibility." Mrs. Friend made the slightest timid gesture of assent. "Ah, well, it's just like him. He was devoted to her mother and for his friends he'll do anything. But I don't want to make a saint of him.
Lord Buntingford was taking more serious stock of his new duties than he had done yet. As he walked, smoking, up and down, his thoughts were full of his poor little cousin Rachel Pitstone. She had always been a favourite of his; and she had always known him better than any other person among his kinsfolk.
Friend passed a somewhat wakeful night after the scene in which Helena Pitstone had bestowed her first confidences on her new companion. For Lucy Friend the experience had been unprecedented and agitating.
"And the car has been ordered for Miss Pitstone?" "Oh, yes, my Lord, long ago." "Gracious! Isn't that the cart!" There was certainly a sound of wheels outside. Lord Buntingford hurried to a window which commanded the drive. "That's her! I must go and meet her." He went into the hall, reaching the front door just as the pony-cart drew up with a lady in black sitting beside the driver. Mrs.
She seemed to walk on air, and her presence transformed the quiet old room. "I want some tea badly," said Miss Pitstone, throwing herself into a chair, "and so would you, Cousin Philip, if you had been battling with four grubby children and an idiot mother all the way from London. They made me play 'beasts' with them. I didn't mind that, because my roaring frightened them.
After having been immured for some three years in close attendance on an invalided woman shut up in two rooms, she was like a person walking along a dark road and suddenly caught in the glare of motor lamps. Brought into contact with such a personality as Helena Pitstone promised to be, she felt helpless and half blind.
But in truth the sisters suited each other very fairly, and Lady Georgina found a good deal more tongue when she was alone with Cynthia than at other times. To the lively account that Cynthia had been giving her of the evening at Beechmark, and the behaviour of Helena Pitstone, Lady Georgina had listened in a sardonic silence; and at the end of it she said "What ever made the man such a fool?"
It was enough to listen and look at Lady Cynthia on Lord Buntingford's right hand, and Helena Pitstone on his left; or at the handsome officer with whom Helena seemed to be happily flirting through a great part of dinner. Lady Cynthia was extremely good-looking, and evidently agreeable, though it seemed to Mrs. Friend that Lord Buntingford only gave her divided attention.
Alcott. Not all were Buntingford's guests; some were staying at the Cottage, some in another neighbouring house; but Beechmark represented the headquarters of a gathering of which Helena Pitstone and her guardian were in truth the central figures.
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