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He fed on her tenderness for him, and had grown stronger because he spent hours of each day talking, reading, and driving with her. The simple truth was that neither she nor Rosalie could desert Ughtred, and so long as Nigel managed cleverly enough, the law would give the boy to his father.
Lady Anstruthers came in to see him also, and she several times brought with her a queer little lame fellow, who was spoken of as "Master Ughtred." "Master" was supposed by G. Selden to be a sort of title conferred upon the small sons of baronets and the like. The children he knew in New York and elsewhere answered to the names of Bob, or Jimmy, or Bill.
One might be prepared for her almost praying to be let alone, because she felt that the process of her salvation would bring about such shocks and torments as she could not endure the facing of. "She will have to get used to you," Ughtred kept saying. "She will have to get used to thinking things." "I will be careful," Bettina answered. "She shall not be troubled. I did not come to trouble her."
The agreeable smile was on his lips as he hastened forward. He always more or less enjoyed coming upon Rosalie suddenly. The obvious result was a pleasing tribute to his power. Betty, following him, saw what occurred. Ughtred saw him first, and spoke quick and low. "Mother!" he said. The tone of his voice was evidently enough. Lady Anstruthers turned with an unmistakable start.
In one's treatment of such a creature, methods must be well chosen. The crudest had sufficed to overwhelm Rosalie. He tried two or three little things as experiments during their walk. The first was to touch with dignified pathos on the subject of Ughtred. Betty, he intimated gently, could imagine what a man's grief and disappointment might be on finding his son and heir deformed in such a manner.
"When he is angry," was one of the first questions she put to Ughtred, "what does he give as his reason? He must profess to have a reason." "When he gets in a rage he says it is because mother is silly and common, and I am badly brought up. But we always know he wants money, and it makes him furious. He could kill us with rage." "Oh!" said Betty. "I see." "It began that time when he struck her.
'Sir, Cromwell frowned darkly upon Ughtred, 'the law stands thus if the Augmentation people know it not. This farm and others were given to your late brother upon his marriage, that the sister of the Queen might have a proper state. The Statute of Uses hath here no say. Understand me: It was the King's to give; it is the King's still. He opened his mouth so wide that he appeared to bellow.
She talked a little about her visits before she went, and when, as she talked, Ughtred came over to her and stood close to her side holding her hand and stroking it, she smiled at him sweetly the smile he adored. He stroked the hand and softly patted it, watching her wistfully. Suddenly he lifted it to his lips, and kissed it again and again with a sort of passion.
It was not Lady Anstruthers who stood outside, but Ughtred, who balanced himself on his crutches, and lifted his small, too mature, face. "May I come in?" he asked. Here was the unexpected again, but she did not allow him to see her surprise. "Yes," she said. "Certainly you may." He swung in and then turned to speak to her. "Please shut the door and lock it," he said.
Bettina asked, remembering that there had been notice given of the advent of two girl babies. "They died," Lady Anstruthers answered unemotionally. "They both died before they were a year old. There is only Ughtred." Betty glanced at the boy and saw a small flame of red creep up on his cheek. Instinctively she knew what it meant, and she put out her hand and lightly touched his shoulder.
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