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John Leland wrote, nearly four hundred years ago, 'Uredale veri litle Corne except Bygg or Otes, but plentiful of Gresse in Communes, and although this dale is so much more genial in aspect, and so much wider than the valley of the Swale, yet crops are under the same disabilities.
Lord Uredale, his eldest son, a sportsman and farmer, troubled by none of his father's originalities, reigned over the second family "place," in Herefordshire, beside the Wye. "Has Aileen any love affairs yet?" said the Duchess, abruptly, raising her face to his. Lord Lackington looked surprised. "Not that I know of. However, I dare say they wouldn't tell me. I'm a sieve, I know.
He hoped with all his heart she might reach the old man in time, that his two sons, Uredale and William, would treat her kindly, and that it would be found when the end came that he had made due provision for her as his granddaughter. But he had small leisure to give to thoughts of this kind.
Yet it was a complacency rich in sweetness. His next words were to assure her tenderly that he had made provision for her. "Uredale and Bill will see to it. They're good fellows. Often they've thought me a pretty fool. But they've been kind to me always."
Julie asked herself, hurriedly: "How much does she know? What has she heard?" But aloud she gently said: "I thought you must have heard of me. Lord Uredale told me he had written his father wished it to Lady Blanche. Your mother and mine were sisters." The girl shyly withdrew her eyes. "Yes, mother told me." There was a moment's silence.
When it was over, and the brothers returned to the hall after putting her into the Duchess's carriage, the younger said to the elder: "She can behave herself, Johnnie." They looked at each other, with their hands in their pockets. A little nod passed between them an augur-like acceptance of this new and irregular member of the family. "Yes, she has excellent manners," said Uredale.
The words "Melbourne" and "Lady Holland" emerged the fragment, apparently, of a dispute with the latter, in which "Allen" intervened the names of "Palmerston" and "that dear chap, Villiers." Lord Uredale sighed. The young doctor looked at him interrogatively. "He is thinking of his old friends," said the son. "That was the Queen's ball, I imagine, of '42.
Was she to find herself, after all, a mere weak penitent meanly grateful to Jacob Delafield? Her heart cried out to Warkworth in a protesting anguish. So absorbed in thought was she that she did not notice how long the silence had lasted. "He seems to be sleeping," said a low voice beside her. She looked up to see the doctor, with Lord Uredale.
The likeness was as evident to him as it had been, in the winter, to Sir Wilfrid Bury. As he was escorting her down-stairs, Lord Uredale said to his companion, "Foster thinks he may still live twenty-four hours." "If he asks for me again," said Julie, now shrouded once more behind a thick, black veil, "you will send?" He gravely assented.
"I am not tired, mother. Mother, this is Mrs. Delafield. You remember, Uncle Uredale wrote " Lady Blanche Moffatt stood still. Once more a fear swept through Julie's mind, and this time it stayed. After an evident hesitation, a hand was coldly extended. "How do you do? I heard from my brothers of your marriage, but they said you were in Italy." "We have just come from there." "And your husband?"
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