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"To think that if he married poor pretty Lady Agatha she will be mistress of three places quite as beautiful as Mallowe, three lovely old houses, three sets of gardens, with thousands of flowers to bloom every year! How nice it would be for her! She is so lovely that it seems as if he must fall in love with her. Then, if she was Marchioness of Walderhurst, she could do so much for her sisters."
"I'm sure she has not been well enough off to do anything like that." "Good idea to begin to teach her." And he laughed as he turned on his heel and began to walk the deck with a fellow passenger. It was these people Lord Walderhurst had come to prepare her for. "Maria has told you about them, I know," he said.
Lady Walderhurst came in one morning from a walk, with a fresh colour and bright eyes, and before taking off her hat went to her husband's study. "May I come in?" Walderhurst had been writing some uninteresting letters and looked up with a smile. "Certainly," he answered. "What a colour you have! Exercise agrees with you. You ought to ride." "That was what Captain Osborn said.
And you wanted four pairs. And when I got there they were all gone, and those at two and three were not the least bit better. I was so disappointed. It was too bad!" Walderhurst fixed his monocle firmly to conceal the fact that he was verging upon a cynical grin.
He had been a black sheep at home, and had rather been hustled away than otherwise. If he had been a more admirable kind of fellow, Walderhurst would certainly have made him an allowance; but his manner of life had been such as the Marquis had no patience with in men of any class, and especially abhorred in men whom the accident of birth connected with good names.
She was a woman who could talk pretty well, and perhaps Lord Walderhurst was amused. Emily Fox-Seton was not quite sure that he was, but at least he listened. Lady Agatha Slade looked a little listless and pale. Lovely as she was, she did not always collect an audience, and this evening she said she had a headache.
"She is devoted to Mrs. Osborn." "I am sure she is, my lady. I've read in books about the faithfulness of black people. They say they're more faithful than white ones." "Not more faithful than some white ones," said Lady Walderhurst with her good smile. "Ameerah is not more faithful than you, I'm very sure." "Oh, my lady!" ejaculated Jane, turning red with pleasure. "I do hope not.
She accepts her fate without a trace of resentment; she simply accepts it." "What is her fate?" asked Lord Walderhurst, still gazing in his unbiassed manner through his monocle, and not turning his head as he spoke. "It is her fate to be a woman who is perfectly well born, and who is as penniless as a charwoman, and works like one.
"You wouldn't expect to see anything like it in India," her husband answered. "And you won't find many places like it in England. I should like a look at the stables." He went out almost immediately and took the look in question, finding the result unexpectedly satisfactory. Walderhurst had lent him a decent horse to ride, and there was a respectable little cart for Hester.
"As I have said before, Emily Fox-Seton has become the lodestar of my existence. I cannot live without her. She has walked over to Maundell to make sure that we do not have a dinner-party without fish to-night." "She has walked over to Maundell," said Lord Walderhurst "after yesterday?" "There was not a pair of wheels left in the stable," answered Lady Maria.
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