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The coast being now clear of him Swithin meditated how to see Viviette, and explain what had happened. With this in view he waited where he was till evening came on. Meanwhile Lady Constantine and her brother dined by themselves at Welland House.
And Boleskey, murmuring, "She must drink to our country," went out to summon her, Margit followed him, while Swithin cut up a chicken. They came back without her. She had "a megrim of the spirit." Swithin's face fell. "Look here!" he said, "I'll go and try. Don't wait for me." "Yes," answered Boleskey, sinking mournfully into a chair; "try, brother, try-by all means, try."
Aunt Ann with her ringlets, and her spidery kind hands, and her grave old aquiline smile a fine old lady, Aunt Ann! He moved on up to the drawing-room door. There on each side of it were the groups of miniatures. Those he would certainly buy in! The miniatures of his four aunts, one of his Uncle Swithin adolescent, and one of his Uncle Nicholas as a boy.
They contain the bones of some of the old, old kings William Rufus, Canute, Egbert, Ethelwolf, and others. Once upon a time, there was a very famous shrine here that of St. Swithin. You remember the legend which tells how the body of that saint was delayed from being removed to the chapel already fitted to receive it, by forty days of rain.
The door could be heard closing, and the rustle came nearer, showing that she had shut herself in, no doubt to lessen the risk of an accidental surprise by any roaming villager. When Lady Constantine reappeared at the top, and saw the parcel still untouched and Swithin asleep as before, she exhibited some disappointment; but she did not retreat.
She could content herself no longer with fruitless visits to the column, and when the rain had a little abated she walked to the nearest hamlet, and in a conversation with the first old woman she met contrived to lead up to the subject of Swithin St. Cleeve by talking about his grandmother. 'Ah, poor old heart; 'tis a bad time for her, my lady! exclaimed the dame. 'What?
A few minutes later the Bishop suddenly looked at his watch, Lady Constantine having withdrawn towards the house. Apparently apologizing to Louis the Bishop came down the terrace, and through the door into the churchyard. Swithin hastened downstairs and joined him in the path under the sunny wall of the aisle.
At this moment the doctor was announced, and Mrs. Martin went downstairs to receive him. Lady Constantine thought she would remain to hear his report, and for this purpose withdrew, and sat down in a nook of the adjoining work-room of Swithin, the doctor meeting her as he passed through it into the sick chamber.
"Your daughter's name is Rosy?" he said; "we have it in England from rose, a flower." "What?" said Swithin, "six languages?" Privately he thought, 'He knows how to lie, anyway. "If you lived in a country like mine," muttered the Hungarian, "with all men's hands against you! A free people dying but not dead!" Swithin could not imagine what he was talking of.
Swithin took but one look at the face, and left the room; the sight, he said afterwards, made him very queer. He went downstairs shaking the whole house, and, seizing his hat, clambered into his brougham, without giving any directions to the coachman. He was driven home, and all the evening sat in his chair without moving.
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