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Till I come back from Steynham, I ask you not to see him alone: not to go out to him. The colonel glanced at her windows. Cecilia submitted to the request, out of breath, consenting to feel like a tutored girl, that she might conceal her guilty knowledge of what was to be seen through the windows. 'Now I'm off, said he, and kissed her. 'If you would accept Nevil's word! she murmured.
A certain belief in her personal arts of persuasion had stopped her from writing on her homeward journey to inform him that Nevil was not accompanying her, and when she drove over Steynham Common, triumphal arches and the odour of a roasting ox richly browning to celebrate the hero's return afflicted her mind with all the solid arguments of a common-sense country in contravention of a wild lover's vaporous extravagances.
Next day the following letter, dated from Itchincope, the house of Mr. Grancey Lespel, on the borders of Bevisham, arrived at Steynham: 'I have despatched you the proclamation, folded neatly. The electors of Bevisham are summoned, like a town at the sword's point, to yield him their votes. Proclamation is the word. I am your born representative!
You have been in Italy some years, and it must be the South that has worked the miracle. 'In my growth? said Cecilia, smiling. 'I have grown out of my Circassian dress, Nevil. 'You received it, then? 'I wrote you a letter of thanks and abuse, for your not coming to Steynham. You may recognize these pearls. The pearls were round her right wrist. He looked at the blue veins.
They crossed over to the yachting island, where portions of the letter of Commander Beauchamp's correspondent were read at the Club, under the verandah, and the question put, whether a man who held those opinions had a right to wear his uniform. The letter was transmitted to Steynham in time to be consigned to the pocket-book before Beauchamp arrived there on one of his rare visits. Mr.
Shame to us if it could be said! He tried to make me see what my duty was, and my honour. 'He was at every man Jack of us. 'I speak of one thing. I thought I might not have to go. Now I feel I must. I remember him at Steynham, when Colonel Halkett and Cecilia were there. But for me, Cecilia would now be his wife. Of that there is no doubt; that is not the point; regrets are fruitless.
But Lydiard knew nothing of it. He was the bearer of a letter on foreign paper marked urgent, in Rosamund's hand and similarly worded in the well-known hand which had inscribed the original address of the letter to Steynham. 'Come. I give you three days no more. The brevity was horrible. Did it spring from childish imperiousness or tragic peril? Beauchamp could imagine it to be this or that.
She should be protected from what will certainly wound her deeply. Her father is afraid of you, on the score of your theories. I foresee it: he will hear the scandal: he will imagine you as bad in morals as in politics. And you have lost your friend in Lord Romfrey though he shall not be your enemy. Colonel Halkett and Cecilia called on us at Steynham.
He asked himself and Lord Palmet also why he should have to go to Nevil at Holdesbury to tell him of circumstances that he would hear of two or three days later at Steynham. There was no sense in it. The only conclusion for him was that the scheming woman Culling had determined to bring down every man concerned in the Bevisham election, and particularly Mr. Romfrey, on his knees before Nevil.
The downs looked like dreamland through the long afternoon. They shone as in a veil of silk-softly fair, softly dark. No spot of harshness was on them save where a quarry South-westward gaped at the evening sun. Red light struck into that round chalk maw, and the green slopes and channels and half-circle hollows were brought a mile-stride higher Steynham by the level beams.
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