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When Lord Walderhurst took his departure for India, his wife began to order her daily existence as he had imagined she would. Before he had left her she had appeared at the first Drawing-room, and had spent a few weeks at the town house, where they had given several imposing and serious dinner parties, more remarkable for dignity and good taste than liveliness.
She is at the beck and call of any one who will give her an odd job to earn a meal with. That is one of the new ways women have found of making a living." "Good skin," remarked Lord Walderhurst, irrelevantly. "Good hair quite a lot." "She has some of the nicest blood in England in her veins, and she engaged my last cook for me," said Mrs. Ralph. "Hope she was a good cook." "Very.
Most of the Palstrey villagers had touched their forelocks or curtsied to Walderhursts for generations. Emily liked to remember this, and had at once conceived a fondness for the simple folk, who seemed somehow related so closely to the man she worshipped. Walderhurst had not the faintest conception of what this worship represented. He did not even reach the length of realising its existence.
"Would you hurt me?" she faltered. "Could you let other people hurt me?" Hester leaned further forward in her chair, widening upon her such hysterically insistent, terrible young eyes as made her shudder. "Don't you see?" she cried. "Can't you see? But for you my son would be what Walderhurst is my son, not yours." "I understand," said Emily. "I understand." "Listen!" Mrs.
She respectfully poured forth devout thanks to the Deity she appealed to when she aided in the intoning of the Litany on Sundays. Her conception of this Power was of the simplest conventional nature. She would have been astonished and frightened if she had been told that she regarded the Omnipotent Being as possessing many of the attributes of the Marquis of Walderhurst.
He was generally somewhat sardonic when he spoke of anything connected with Walderhurst. "But once I was in the nearest county town by chance and rode over. By Jove!" starting a little, "I wonder if it can be a rum old place I passed and reined in to have a look at. I hope it is." "Why?" "It's near enough to the Manor to be convenient."
Emily Walderhurst passed her hand over her forehead. "It is like something in a play," she said, with a baffled, wondering face. "It isn't even respectable." Hester began to laugh. "No, it isn't even respectable," she cried. And her laughter was just in time. The door opened and Alec Osborn came in. "What isn't respectable?" he asked.
To see you smiling and enjoying everything and adoring that stilted prig of a Walderhurst put ideas into people's heads, and they grew because every chance fed them. If Walderhurst would come home " Lady Walderhurst put out her hand to a letter which lay on the table. "I heard from him this morning," she said. "And he has been sent to the Hills because he has a little fever. He must be quiet.
It seems even a little thing, doesn't it?" Lady Walderhurst remained in town a week, and Jane Cupp remained with her, in the house in Berkeley Square, which threw open its doors to receive them on their arrival quite as if they had never left it.
"And yet, confound her confound her!" he thought, as he walked into the loose box to look the mare over and pat her sleekness. The relations which established themselves between Palstrey and The Kennel Farm were marked by two characteristic features. One of these was that Lord Walderhurst did not develop any warmer interest in the Osborns, and that Lady Walderhurst did.
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