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Updated: June 29, 2025
Colonel Barton stood at the door of the inn before Faversham emerged for a few undecided moments, and finally walked away, like Andover, with the irritable reflection that the grounds on which he had originally cut the young man still largely stood; and he was not going to kow-tow to mere money. He would go and have tea with Lady Tatham; she was a sensible woman.
"I say, don't let's believe that till we know!" When his mother left him, Tatham took his way to the moor, and spent an uncomfortable hour in rumination. Lydia had spoken of Faversham once or twice in her early letters from the south; but lately there had been no references to him at all. Was she disappointed or too much interested? too deeply involved?
He begged them to repeat their visit. Tatham looked on in silence. The figure of Lydia, delicately bright against the dark background of the Tower, absorbed him, and this time there was something painful and strained in his perception of it. In his first meeting with her that day he had been all hopefulness content to wait and woo.
"I've no doubt he's told you the same lies he's told everybody else!" exclaimed Tatham, after waiting a little for comments that were slow in coming. "I was quite aware they were alive," said Faversham, slowly. "You were, by Jove!" "And I have already appealed to Melrose to behave reasonably toward them." "Reasonably! Good heavens!" Tatham had flushed in his turn.
"How long have you known her, Harry?" "Just two months." Lady Tatham took him again by the shoulders, and looked into his face. "Why didn't you tell me before? Do you want her?" she asked slowly. "Yes but I shall never get her," was the half desperate reply. "Pooh!" she said, releasing him, after she had kissed him. "We shall see."
And all the time Lydia's face wore a happy animation which redoubled its charm. Faversham was clearly making a good impression upon her, was indeed set on doing so, helped always by the look of delicacy, the traces of suffering, which appealed to her pity. Tatham moved restlessly in his chair, and presently he got up, and proposed to Mrs.
Penfold that they should examine the improvements in the garden. When they returned, Lydia and Faversham were still talking and still absorbed. "Lydia, my dear," cried her mother, "I am afraid we shall be tiring Mr. Faversham! Now you must let Lord Tatham show you the garden that's been made in a week!
"Quarrels are very foolish!" said Netta, sententiously, straightening her small shoulders. But she dared not look at Melrose. "Well, tell him so," laughed Lady Tatham. "And come and see me at Duddon Castle." "Thank you! I should like to!" cried Netta. "My wife has no carriage, Lady Tatham." "Oh, Edmund we might hire something," said his wife imploringly. "I do not permit it," he said resolutely.
Some of us would make such fratchy wives and such excellent friends! I vow I should make a good friend! Why shouldn't Lord Tatham try?" And letting her work fall upon the grass, she sat smiling and thinking, her pale brown hair blown back by the wind.
Was it simply the advent of a guest an invalid guest that had wrought such changes? One of the gardeners, seeing him as he approached the gate, came running up to hold his horse. Tatham, who knew everybody and prided himself on it, recognized him as the son of an old Duddon keeper. "Well, Backhouse, you're making a fine clearance here!" "Aye! It's took us days, your lordship.
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