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Stanways, is going over every yard of the Abbot's Manor property with her, and she is making any quantity of new rules. All the tenants' rents are to be reduced, for one thing I know THAT. Then there are a lot of London people coming down to stay big house- parties in relays, I've helped write all the invitations. We shall be simply crowded at the end of June and all July. We mean to be very gay!"
Stanways, the agent, and his wife, both of whom had become very friendly with all the villagers, were cheerfully talkative on every subject but one, that of Miss Vancourt and her movements.
Bennett, the groom, was entrusted with the care of the mares Cleo and Daffodil, and might be seen exercising them every day on the open moors beyond the village, accompanied by the big dog Plato, and so far as the general management of affairs was concerned, that was ably undertaken by the agent Stanways, who though civil and obliging to all the tenantry, had no news whatever to give respecting the absence or the probable return of the lady of the Manor.
And Maryllia laughed "But I don't think I'm wanted at all in the village. Mr. Walden does everything." "So he does!" agreed Stanways "He's a true 'minister' if there ever was one. Still, he has not been quite so much about lately." "No?" queried Maryllia "I expect he's very busy!" "I think he has only one wish in the world!" said Mrs. Stanways, smiling.
"I was meditating," said Mr. Brimberly, busied with the bottles and glasses, "I was cogitating calling hup Mr. Jenkins, the Stanways' butler across the way. The Stanways is common people, parvynoo, Mr. Stevens, parvynoo, but Mr. Jenkins is very superior and plays the banjer very affecting.
Please go into the Manor gardens as often as you like, and let the sick and old people in the village have plenty of the flowers and fruit. By doing this you will please me very much. My agent, Mr. Stanways, will be quite at your service if you ever want his assistance.
All they could or would say was that her return was 'quite uncertain. Fires were lighted in the Manor oh yes! to keep the house well aired and windows were opened for the same purpose, but beyond that 'really," said Mr. Stanways, smiling pleasantly 'I can give no information!
And she also found relief from the strain of constant entertaining by rising early in the mornings and riding on her favourite 'Cleopatra' all over her property, calling on her new agent, Frank Stanways, and his wife, and chatting with the various persons in her employ. She did not however go much into the village, and on this point one morning her agent ventured to observe "Old Mr.
Leaving the Manor, Lord Roxmouth and his tame pussy sought for information in other quarters with equal futility. The agent, Mr. Stanways, 'knew nothing. His orders were to communicate all his business to Miss Vancourt's solicitors in London. Finally the last hope failed them in Julian Adderley. They found that young gentleman as much taken aback as themselves by the news of Maryllia'a departure.
Many important townspeople were chatting in the corridor the innumerable Swetnam family, the Stanways, the great Etches, the Fearnses, Mrs Clayton Vernon, the Suttons, including Beatrice Sutton.
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