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"I never thought," continued the Bishop, rather sorrowfully, "when I wrote to you about the return of Robert Vancourt's daughter to her childhood's home, that she would in any serious way interfere with the peace of your life, John! I told you just what I had heard no more. I have never seen the girl. I only know what people say of her. And that is not altogether pleasing."
Sir Morton Pippitt had, of course, not failed to take full advantage of any slight surface or social knowledge he possessed of Miss Vancourt's guests, -and had, with his usual bluff pomposity, invited them all over to Badsworth Hall. Some of them accepted his invitation, others declined it. Lord Charlemont and Mr.
"Church or no church, Miss Vancourt's a real lady!" declared Dan Bidley emphatically "She may have her reasons, an' good ones too, for not attending service, but she ain't no heathen, I'm sartin' sure o' that." "You cannot argumentarially be sure of what you do not know," said Mr.
"You" and she touched pretty Susie Prescott on the arm, "You sing delightfully! It is a little voice but so very sweet!" Susie blushed deeply and curtsied. It had got about in the village that Miss Vancourt's young friend from Paris was a musical 'prodigy, and praise from her was something to be remembered.
He was vexed to be compelled to listen to Adderley's criticism of Maryllia Vancourt's physical charms, yet he was powerless to offer any remonstrance. "But, after all," continued Julian, gazing up into the pink and mauve clouds of the kindling sunset, "The tall woman might possibly, from the very coldness of her height, be unsympathetic. She might be unclaspable.
Everyone in the congregation stared and seemed stricken with sudden wonderment. Such singing they had never heard before. Mrs. Bludlip Courtenay put up her lorgnon. "It's Maryllia Vancourt's creature," she whispered "The ugly child she picked up in Paris. I suppose it really IS a voice?"
Whatever the worthy woman's feelings were, and however much the respectable butler, whose name was Primmins, might have been astonished in his own stately mind at Miss Vancourt's greeting of her father's old servant, Miss Vancourt herself was quite unconscious of any loss of dignity on her own part. "I am so glad!" she repeated; "It's like finding a friend at home to find you, Spruce!
Leaving the Manor, Lord Roxmouth and his tame pussy sought for information in other quarters with equal futility. The agent, Mr. Stanways, 'knew nothing. His orders were to communicate all his business to Miss Vancourt's solicitors in London. Finally the last hope failed them in Julian Adderley. They found that young gentleman as much taken aback as themselves by the news of Maryllia'a departure.
But he was naturally anxious that the future Duke of Ormistoune, when he had secured Mrs. Fred Vancourt's millions, should not expend his powerful patronage to a country clergyman who might, from a 'Savage and Savile' point of view, be considered an interloper. So he replied with caution: "I believe he dabbles a little in literary and archaeological pursuits, many parsons do.
"Badsworth Hall will probably attend your ministrations, so I am told," continued Julian "Lord Roxmouth wants to hear you preach, and Sir Morton himself proposes to 'sit under' you." "Sorry for it!" said Walden abruptly "He should attend his own 'cure' Mr. Leveson." They laughed. "Of course you don't credit that story about Miss Vancourt's marriage with Lord Roxmouth?" queried Adderley, suddenly.
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