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Struck by the humour of his fancy, Lord Dunholm found himself smiling into the Irish-blue eyes. They smiled back at him in a way which warmed his heart. There were no pauses in the conversation which followed. In times past, calls at Stornham had generally held painfully blank moments. Lady Dunholm was as pleased as her husband.
"It saves time in any department where it can be used," Betty had answered. "Three are now in use at Stornham, and I am going to present one to Kedgers. This is a testimonial I am offering. Three weeks ago I began to use the Delkoff. Since then I have used no other. If YOU use them you will introduce them to the county."
The satin-skinned chestnut was one of the new horses now standing in the Stornham stables. There were several of them a pair for the landau, saddle horses, smart young cobs for phaeton or dog cart, a pony for Ughtred the animals necessary at such a place at Stornham. The stables themselves had been quickly put in order, grooms and stable boys kept them as they had not been kept for years.
This time, when she was not talking to the Worthingtons, or reading, she was thinking of the possibilities of her visit to Stornham. She used to walk about the deck thinking of them and, sitting in her chair, sum them up as her eyes rested on the rolling and breaking waves. There were many things to be considered, and one of the first was the perfectly sane suggestion her father had made.
"How did she think that out?" was Buttle's reflection. In places such as Stornham, through generation after generation, the thing she had just said was accepted as law, clung to as a possession, any divergence from it being a grievance sullenly and bitterly grumbled over.
It was, of course, so much pleasanter if these old people could be induced to go to Brexley willingly. "Shall I be undermining the whole Political Economy of Stornham if I take care of her myself?" suggested Betty. "You you will lead others to expect the same thing will be done for them."
Accordingly, when the county paper recorded the splendours of The Great Panjandrum Function which it by no means mentioned by that name the list of "Among those present" had not so far contained the name of Sir Nigel Anstruthers. So, on a morning a few days after his return, the master of Stornham turned over a card of invitation and read it several times before speaking.
Such floods of homesick longing had overpowered her that she had not been able to sleep. She had risen feeling shaky and hysterical and her nervousness had been added to by her fear that Nigel might observe her and make comment. Of course she told herself it was natural that he should not wish her to appear at Stornham Court looking a pale, pink-nosed little fright.
I am giving some thought now to the kind of thing I must invent as a suitable apology when I find him a really delightful person, full of virtues and accomplishments. Perhaps he has a horror of me." "I should like to be present at your first meeting," Mrs. Worthington reflected. "You are going down to Stornham to-morrow?" "That is my plan.
Stornham, having long slumbered in remote peace through lack of railroad convenience, still regards America as almost of the character of wild rumour. Rosy was their one American, and she disappeared from their view so soon that she had not time to make any lasting impression.
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