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Updated: May 20, 2025
"People don't like one's troubles. And when one is earning one's living as I was, one must be agreeable, you know. It would never do to seem tiresome." "There's cleverness in realising that fact," said Lady Maria. "You were always the most cheerful creature. That was one of the reasons Walderhurst admired you." The future marchioness blushed all over.
"Emily Fox-Seton," remarked Lady Maria, fanning herself, as it was frightfully hot, "has the most admirable effect on me. She makes me feel generous. I should like to present her with the smartest things from the wardrobes of all my relations." "Do you give her clothes?" asked Walderhurst. "I haven't any to spare. But I know they would be useful to her.
She would have been definitely unhappy if she had been obliged to accept favours at this juncture. She felt as if she could scarcely have borne it. It seemed as if everything conspired to make her comfortable as well as blissfully happy in these days. Lord Walderhurst found an interest in watching her and her methods.
Lord Walderhurst only heard one or two sentences. "I am afraid that nothing, now, can matter at any moment." Those who do not know from experience what he saw when he entered the next room have reason to give thanks to such powers as they put trust in. There ruled in the large, dim chamber an awful order and silence. The faint flickering of the fire was a marked sound.
She had naturally learned a good deal of detail from Lady Maria since her engagement. Alec Osborn was the man who, since Lord Walderhurst's becoming a widower, had lived in the gradually strengthening belief that the chances were that it would be his enormous luck to inherit the title and estates of the present Marquis of Walderhurst. He was not a very near relation, but he was the next of kin.
Then there were the red carpet once more, and the street people, and the crowd of carriages and liveries, and big, white favours. Inside the carriage, and moving away to the echo of the street people's cheer, she tried to turn and look at Lord Walderhurst with an unalarmed, if faint, smile. "Well," he said, with the originality which marked him, "it is really over!" "Yes," Emily agreed with him.
She was a fine beast, and seemed as gentle as a child. Captain Osborn asked questions of the head groom concerning her. She had a perfect reputation, but nevertheless she was to be taken over to the Kennel stables a few days before Lady Walderhurst mounted her. "It is necessary to be more than careful," Osborn said to Hester that night.
She put it on the bed, and turned round to look at Hester Osborn with serious eyes. "They may be worn by a Marquis of Walderhurst, you know," she answered. "They may." She was remotely hurt and startled, because she felt in the young woman something she had felt once or twice before, something resentful in her thoughts of herself, as if for the moment she represented to her an enemy.
It was a very stupid bit of revelation, and Miss Brooke's eyes flashed. If Emily Fox-Seton had been a sharp woman, she would have observed that, if the rôle of indifferent and piquant young person could be made dangerous to Lord Walderhurst, it would be made so during this visit.
She lifted her head with new courage and her colour returned. "It is impossible that it should be otherwise. It is, I assure you, impossible, Lady Walderhurst." "I am so thankful," she said devoutly. "I am so thankful that I have told you." Anything more touching and attractive than her full eyes and her grown-up child's smile he felt he had never seen.
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