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Updated: June 17, 2025
What brings you to Waterport this morning? Only to gossip with me?" "That, and something more. I am on duty, detailed as orderly sergeant to one of the Expeditionary Generals; he is just going to land from a yacht in the bay." "Do you know his name?" "Yes, Wilders another of my fine cousins. You can understand now why I am so bitter against my relations to-day: there are too many of them about."
At the first gun, fired evidently at the British staff, Lord Raglan, as cool and self-possessed as ever, turned to General Wilders, and said, briefly "Your men had better lie down." "May I not cast loose cartridges first, my lord?" said the old soldier, anxious to prepare for the serious business of the day. "With all my heart! But be quick; they must not stand up here to be shot at for nothing."
Wilders immediately despatched a messenger on shore to inform the general of her arrival. That day, however, the general and his brigade were very busily employed. It was the day of Inkerman! Mr. Hobson, as he called himself, had been perfectly right when he gleefully assured Mrs. Wilders that the Russians were gathering up their strength for a supreme effort against the allies.
The world, however, was both surprised and disgusted, having hoped "better things" of the young man. As for the Wilders, they were full of dark and bitter sayings on the subject the younger Mr Wilder especially, who was never tired of remarking to his acquaintance, when the subject was broached, that "Miss Stansfield had contrived to play her cards well."
Perhaps I had better stay on board for a time, and make arrangements to receive you; if Lord Lydstone will allow me, that is to say." "Lord Lydstone is not there. Mrs. Wilders tells me she has come up alone, and in the very nick of time. But now be off, McKay, and lose no time. Be gentle with her: it will be a great shock, I am afraid."
"I shall be very pleased to see you on board the yacht." "Thank you, Mrs. Wilders; I am sure you will. But to me such a visit would be very painful. My last recollections of the Arcadia are not too agreeable." "Of course not. You were so devoted to my poor dear husband." Mrs. Wilders would not acknowledge his meaning. "But I shall see you again before I leave, I trust."
The Pollingtons, the Wilders, the Wardens, the Baerens, the Goslings, and others of his acquaintance, talked of Lady Camper and General Ople rather maliciously. They were all City people, and they admired the General, but mourned that he should so abjectly have fallen at the feet of a lady as red with rouge as a railway bill. His not seeing it showed the state he was in. The sister of Mrs.
He said he should like a little sleep. But he is to be here again this afternoon, for the funeral." "So soon?" "Oh, yes! ma'am. It must take place at once, the doctors say." Mrs. Wilders left the hospital, hesitating greatly what she should do. She would have liked to see and speak with Lydstone, but she had enough good feeling not to intrude by following him on board the yacht.
Wilders regained the privacy of her own room at Misseri's, which was not till late in the day, she took out the letter she had laid hands on in the cabin of the yacht, and read it through slowly and carefully. It was from Lord Lydstone's father, dated at Essendine Towers, the principal family-seat.
Wilders and one of the Governor's aides-de-camps eagerly volunteered to escort, but she declined. "Many thanks, but I'd rather go alone. I shall be more independent." "You'll lose your way; or be arrested by the garrison police and taken before the town major as a suspicious character, loitering too near the fortifications," said the Governor, who thought it a capital joke.
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