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"Oh, of course you do, or you'd never have told him he mustn't come to Blent. But he won't understand that and it would make no difference if he did, I suppose! Oh, you Tristrams!" Again her old despairing cry of revolt and bewilderment was wrung from her by the ways of the family with whose fate she had become so concerned.
Some young girls of the name of Heathfield who lived a little way off were asked to Meredith Manor to spend the night, and these girls, who were exceedingly jolly and bright and lively, were a fresh source of delight to all those whom they happened to meet. Their names were Susan and Mary Heathfield. They were older than the Tristrams and the Cardews, and had, in fact, just left school.
Of your extraordinary meanness, Cecily and really it's not generally a fault of the Tristrams." "Perhaps you'll explain yourself," she said, relapsing into cold disdain, and leaning back again. "I will. I mean to. Just look at the history of the whole affair." He rose and stood opposite her, constraining her to look at him, although her attitude professed a lofty indifference.
"She said that two years there, or perhaps a little longer, would give the girls that knowledge of life which will be all-essential to them in the future." "Home education is best; I know it is best," said Mr. Cardew. "I hate girls' schools." "I gave her to understand, dear, that those were your views; but I have something else to tell you. You know how attached we both are to the dear Tristrams."
As our party arrived at the open space the Miss Tristrams were stepping out of their carriage, and they came up to shake hands with Miss Staveley. "I am so glad to see you," said the eldest; "it is so nice to have some ladies out besides ourselves." "Do keep up with us," said the second. "It's a very open country about here, and anybody can ride it." And then Miss Furnival was introduced to them.
"It's really the only way to be married," declared Cecily. "Well, for you people for you extraordinary Tristrams I dare say it is," said Mina. "You'll come?" Cecily implored. "She couldn't keep away," mocked Harry. "She's got to see the end of us." "Yes, and our new beginning. Oh, what Blent's going to be, Mina! If you don't come with us now, we won't let you stay at Merrion."
"Our special friends the Tristrams, the rector's daughters, and a friend of theirs, a Miss Howland, are coming up the avenue." "Certainly, my dear," said Lady Lysle; and Cicely and Merry were off down the avenue like arrows from the bow to meet their friends. Lady Lysle watched the two girls, and then turned to speak to Mrs. Cardew. "What name was that I heard Cicely say?" was her remark.
He had seen what he wanted, and had no further concern with the ancestry, the ramifications, the abodes or possessions of the Tristrams of Blent. To him who knew, the entry itself was expressive in what it said and in what it omitted; read in conjunction with Josiah Cholderton's Journal it was yet more eloquent. By itself it hinted a scandal else why no dates for the marriages?
Both the Tristrams burst into a peal of merry laughter. "Oh Mags!" they cried, "we never did think before that you were conceited. You certainly overrate even your powers when you imagine that you will get Mr. Cardew to change his mind." "What do you mean by his changing his mind?" "Why, this," said Belle. "He has set his face from the very first against his girls leaving home.
There had been little doubt about it all along; his confession to Iver removed the last real obstacle. The story in Josiah Cholderton's Journal had him in its grip; on the first occasion of trial his resolution not to be mixed up with the Tristrams melted away. Perhaps he consoled himself by saying that he would be, like his deceased and respected friend, mainly an observer.
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