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Updated: May 21, 2025
Dr. Rylance liked money; but he liked it only for what it could buy. He had no sons, and he was much too fond of himself to lead laborious days in order to leave a large fortune to his daughter. He had bought a lease of his London house, which would last his time; he had bought the freehold of the Kingthorpe cottage; and he was living up to his income.
'What a sweet old place! repeated Ida; 'and how I envy the rich Brian! 'Don't you think the rich Brian's wife will be still more enviable sneered Miss Rylance. 'That depends. She may be a Vere-de-Vereish kind of person, and pine amongst her halls and towers, said Ida. 'Not if she had been brought up in poverty. She would revel in the advantages of her position as Mrs.
Dr. Rylance, whose dainty verandah shaded cottage stood in gardens of three and a half acres, and who rented a paddock for his cow, was always lamenting that he could not buy more land. 'The Wendovers have everything, he said. 'It is impossible for a new man to establish himself. It was to be observed, however, that when land within a reasonable distance of Kingthorpe came into the market, Dr.
Rylance, who was not utterly without knowledge of himself, smiled at the compliment. He knew it was by tact and address, smooth speech and clean linen, that he had conquered fortune, rather than by shining abilities. Yet he valued himself not the less on that account.
The thing was hopeless, and Miss Rylance felt she was wasting herself upon a dolt.
Miss Rylance sat silent under her pongee umbrella, and wished herself in Cavendish Square; even though western London were as empty and barren as the great wilderness.
Presently, just as the sonata drew to its close, an auburn head was thrust between Dr. Rylance and his daughter, and a girl's voice whispered, 'Is she not splendid? Is she not the grandest creature you ever saw? The doctor turned and recognized Bessie Wendover. 'She is, Bessie, he said, shaking hands with her. 'I never was so struck by anyone in my life. Urania grew white with anger.
Rylance having got on so comfortably during the last twelve years of his life without a mistress for his town house, was disinclined to surrender his freedom to a daughter who had more than once ventured to question his actions, to hint that he was not all-wise.
Jardine Dr. and Miss Rylance, Aunt Betsy, and Ida Palliser were to be the only guests; but these with the family made a good sized party. Blanche undertook to play as many waltzes as might be required of her, and also took upon herself the arrangement and decoration of the dessert, which was to be something gorgeous.
Miss Rylance had taken her seat in the landau by this time, and they were bowling along the smooth high road at that gentle jog-trot pace affected by a country gentleman's coachman. The day was heavenly; the wind due south; a day on which life mere sensual existence is a delight. The landscape still wore its richest summer beauty not a leaf had fallen.
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