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Two days later, Oswald started with Roger, and rode to Warkworth Castle, some ten miles away; bearing an order to the governor to add Roger to the strength of the garrison, telling him that he had shown himself to be a brave soldier, and a skilful one, and that he could place confidence in him, and appoint him to any sub-command that might become vacant. On the way, they entered a wood.
Edward and his little troop threaded safely the formidable pass. Alas! This explanation is borne out by the Warkworth Chronicler and others, who, in an evident mistake of the person addressed, state that Clarence wrote word to Warwick not to fight till he came.
Perhaps, if the truth were known, she was more abased in her own eyes by the self-abandonment which had preceded the assignation with Warkworth. She had much intellectual arrogance, and before her acquaintance with Warkworth she had been accustomed to say and to feel that love was but one passion among many, and to despise those who gave it too great a place.
She rested her face against his sleeve and pressed his hand. Lady Blanche also wept over the telegram, exclaiming that she had always believed in Henry Warkworth, and now, perhaps, those busybodies who at Simla had been pleased to concern themselves with her affairs and Aileen's would see cause to be ashamed of themselves.
At any rate, it was a vainglory of youth, ability, and good looks, ratified by these budding honors thus fresh upon him, and no one took it amiss. When the gentlemen returned to the drawing-room, Warkworth and Julie once more found themselves together, this time in the Duchess's little sitting-room at the end of the long suite of rooms. "When do you go?" she asked him, abruptly.
That her heart regretted Warkworth, that bitterness and longing, an unspent and baffled love, must be constantly overshadowing her these things he not only knew, he was forever reminding himself of them, driving them, as it were, into consciousness, as the ascetic drives the spikes into his flesh.
They were thought so quaint and sweet unlike other people and the girl so lovely, in a sort of gossamer way. And who do you think was always about with them at Peshawar first, and then at Simla so that everybody talked? Captain Warkworth! My man believed there was an understanding between them." Julie had begun to fill the flower-glasses with water and unpack the flower-basket.
She bade him be thankful that not a breath of suspicion had yet touched Aileen. As for herself, let him write and reassure her at once. Otherwise And the latter part of the letter conveyed a veiled menace that Warkworth perfectly understood. No in that direction, no escape; his own past actions closed him in. And henceforth, it was clear, he must walk more warily.
He paused in embarrassment, but there was a sparkle of astonished expectancy in his eyes. "My mother" she looked away into the blaze of the fire, and her voice choked a little "my mother was Lord Lackington's daughter." "Lord Lackington's daughter?" echoed Warkworth, in stupefaction. A rush of ideas and inferences sped through his mind.
This time it was the strange hour at the Gare du Nord which he lived through again, her white face opposite to him in the refreshment-room, the bewilderment and misery she had been so little able to conceal, her spasmodic attempts at conversation, a few vague words about Lord Lackington or the Duchess, and then pauses, when her great eyes, haggard and weary, stared into vacancy, and he knew well enough that her thoughts were with Warkworth, and that she was in fierce rebellion against his presence there, and this action into which he had forced her.
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