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The brilliance of the thing which had happened to her was so unheard of and so undeserved, she told herself. It was so incredible that, even with the splendid gray mare's high-held head before her and Lord Walderhurst by her side, she felt that she was only part of a dream. Men had never said "things" to her, and a man was saying them the Marquis of Walderhurst was saying them.
If the rail had not been tried this afternoon, if big, foolish Emily Walderhurst had been lying peacefully among the weeds to-night! "The end comes to everyone," she said. "It would have been all over in a few minutes. They say it isn't really painful." Her lips quivered, and she pressed her hands tightly between her knees. "That's a murderer's thought," she muttered querulously.
She was a Dame Something or Other who had snubbed the King for being forward, and the snubbing was so good for him that he thought she was a saint and gave the ruby for her betrothal. Well, by the merest accident I found Walderhurst had sent his man to town for it. It came two days ago." "Oh, how interesting!" said Emily, thrilled. "It must mean something." "It is rather a joke.
He was a young man and a strong one, and Walderhurst was fifty-four and could not be called robust. His medical man did not consider him a particularly good life, though he was not often ill. "He's not the kind of chap who lives to be a hundred and fifty.
"Walderhurst has been to me three times when I made sure that he would not escape without a new marchioness attached to him. I should think he would take one to put an end to the annoyance of dangling unplucked upon the bough. A man in his position, if he has character enough to choose, can prevent even his wife's being a nuisance.
Of course the arriving at such a conclusion, after one had committed oneself, would be annoying. Walderhurst had, in fact, only reflected upon this possible aspect of affairs before he had driven over the heath to pick Emily up. Afterwards he had, in some remote portion of his mentality, vaguely awaited developments.
"But how kind of you, Lord Walderhurst how good!" It was the most unforeseen and amazing experience of her life, and at once she sought for some reason which could connect with his coming some more interesting person than mere Emily Fox-Seton. Oh, the thought flashed upon her, he had come for some reason connected with Lady Agatha.
"Yes," Walderhurst answered. He leaned against the mantel and gazed into the fire. "She will come back," he added in a monotone. Lady Maria stared at him. She felt that the man was eerie, Walderhurst, of all men on earth! "Where do you think she has been?" She professed to make the inquiry with an air of reproof. "How should one know?" rather with the old stiffness. "It is impossible to tell."
Her ladyship derived her usual epicurean enjoyment from the whole thing, from too obviously thwarted mothers and daughters; from Walderhurst, who received congratulations with a civilly inexpressive countenance which usually baffled the observer; from Emily, who was overwhelmed by her emotions, and who was of a candour in action such as might have appealed to any heart not adapted by the flintiness of its nature to the macadamising of roads.
She had not invited people, in honest truth, because she felt shy of the responsibility of entertainment while Walderhurst was not with her. It would have been proper to invite his friends, and his friends were all people she was too much in awe of, and too desirous to please to be able to enjoy frankly as society.
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