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Merton, I mean successes, in cases which everyone has given up, and though it seems a very strange step to me, I thought that I ought to shrink from no remedy' 'However unconventional, said Merton, smiling. The lady who filled, and amply filled, the client's chair, Mrs. Malory, of Upwold in Yorkshire, was a widow, obviously, a widow indeed.
'But did not the story you speak of make her see that she must break off her daughter's engagement? 'No. She was very much distressed, but said that her daughter Matilda would never believe it. 'And so you are to go to Upwold? 'Yes, it is a mournful place; I never did anything so good-natured. And, with the widow's knowledge, I am to do as I please till the girl's eyes are opened.
'Don't forget the fishing-rods, he said. 'I took the opportunity of driving over with a gentleman from Upwold, said Mrs. Brown-Smith. 'Let me introduce him. Methven, to her maid, 'where is the Vidame de la Lain? 'I heard him say that he must help Mrs. Andrews, the cook, to find a seat, Ma'am, said the maid. 'He really is kind, said Mrs.
Brown-Smith, fatigued by her toils, to inhale the bracing air of Upwold in the moors. But she first consulted Merton, who expressed his warm approval. 'It is dangerous, though she has been so kind, sighed Mrs. Malory. 'I have observed nothing to justify the talk which I have heard, but I am in doubt. 'Dangerous! it is safety, said Merton. 'How?
I think it will need that stratagem we spoke of to open them. 'You are sure that you will be in no danger from evil tongues? 'They say, What say they? Let them say, answered Mrs. Brown-Smith, quoting the motto of the Keiths. The end of July found Mrs. Brown-Smith at Upwold, where it is to be hoped that the bracing qualities of the atmosphere made up for the want of congenial society.
Brown-Smith, 'but I fear we can't wait to say good-bye to him. Three-quarters of an hour later, Mr. Brown-Smith and his wife were at supper at Upwold. Next day, as the cook's departure had postponed the shooting party, they took leave of their hostess, and returned to their moors in Perthshire. Weeks passed, with no message from the Vidame. He did not answer a letter which Mrs.
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