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Hawley; all the medical men were there; Mr. Thesiger was in the chair, and Mr. Brooke of Tipton was on his right hand. Lydgate noticed a peculiar interchange of glances when he and Bulstrode took their seats.
I did not know how the next few minutes passed. Sir John and Lady Thesiger were talking about the neighborhood, and I was thinking that if Agatha bid me lie down there at her feet and die for her sweet sake, I should do so with a smile. When I came to my senses, Lady Thesiger was asking me if I would dine with them the week following; they were expecting some visitors from London.
He lit his candle and went to bed, and it seemed that not five minutes had passed before one of his guides knocked upon his door. When he came into the living-room Sylvia Thesiger was already breakfasting. "Did you sleep?" he asked. "I was too excited," she answered. "But I am not tired"; and certainly there was no trace of fatigue in her appearance.
"You will find it true in every particular," she said; "and remember always that it is your own fault I have told it." With that parting shot she quitted the room. "My poor boy," said Sir John, "this is a terrible blow to you." "I am afraid," said Lady Thesiger, "that this abominable woman has spoken the truth. I always thought poor Miles had something on his mind some secret.
"Lady Thesiger was Sir Barnard's confidant. He consulted her about everything indeed, we were such near and dear friends that you must forgive me if I cannot look upon you as a stranger." Entering a very pretty drawing-room, long low and old-fashioned, I saw two ladies, one a matron, the other a lovely young girl. Sir John introduced me to his wife and then to Agatha, his daughter.
Thesiger had only been able to marry off two of her seven daughters. She was, as I have said, a creature of high courage and vitality and she was tied up much too tight in that Cathedral Close, besides being much too well fed; and she longed to do things. To do them with her hands and with her head.
Lady Thesiger rose at last, declaring that she was ashamed at the length of her visit. When they were gone I went back to Clare. She looked up at me with a smile; there was a bright flush of animation on her face. "How much I like them, Edgar! How kind Lady Thesiger is, and Agatha! Oh, brother, how I wish I had a sister like her!" I thought I would ask her to solve my doubt.
And the Jevons I like to think of is the Jevons of the little whitewashed cottage, of the whitewashed rooms, the one sitting-room where we dined; the kitchen at the back where we cooked and washed up; the absurd little bedroom in the front where the four-post bed was set up like a tent with its curtains and its tester; the study at the back where Jevons worked and Norah Thesiger slept when she came to stay.
"They must have come from the Provinces. I could imagine them living in a chateau on a hill overlooking some tiny village in where shall we say?" She hesitated for a moment, and then with an air of audacity she shot the word from her lips "in Provence." The name, however, had evidently no significance for Sylvia, and Mrs. Thesiger was relieved of her fears.
When they heard me they all stirred and began talking. I see them now: Canon Thesiger standing on the hearthrug, looking handsome; and Mrs. Thesiger beside him, looking handsome, too, in grey silk and a little flushed. I hadn't realized in our first meeting how handsome they both were, and how brilliantly unlike.
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