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"I detest Windygates, Janet. I have the most miserable associations with the place. Don't ask me what they are! The effort of my life is not to think of them now. I long to see the last of Windygates. As for being married there, I have made it a condition that I am not to be married in Scotland at all." "What has poor Scotland done to forfeit your good opinion, my dear?"
The lovely melody which the Adagio of Mozart's Fifteenth Sonata has given to violin and piano flowed smoothly at last and Julius Delamayn soared to the seventh heaven of musical delight. The next day Mrs. Glenarm and Mrs. Delamayn went together to Windygates House. THE scene opens on a bedroom and discloses, in broad daylight, a lady in bed.
At another, he flew into the most terrible passions without any apparent cause. With her help, they had placed him on an entirely new diet. But they had found an unexpected difficulty even in doing that. When the trainer took him to the new lodgings, it turned out that he had seen Hester Dethridge at Windygates, and had taken the strongest prejudice against her.
In the midst of the silence a sixth guest appeared on the lawn, and stepped into the library a silent, resolute, unassuming, elderly man who had arrived the day before on a visit to Windygates, and who was well known, in and out of London, as one of the first consulting surgeons of his time. "A discussion going on?" he asked. "Am I in the way?"
Arnold had been necessarily detained in Edinburgh, before his arrival at Windygates, by legal business connected with his inheritance; and he, like Anne, had certainly been in Scotland, before they met at Craig Fernie, for a longer period than a period of three weeks He accordingly informed Sir Patrick that the lady and gentleman had been in Scotland for more than twenty-one days and then added a question on his own behalf: "Don't let me hurry you, Sir but, shall you soon have done?"
"I won't tease you with questions, Anne," she said, gently. "Come up stairs and rest in my room. You're not fit to travel, love. I'll take care that nobody comes near us." The stable-clock at Windygates struck the quarter to two. Anne raised herself in the chair with a start. "What time was that?" she asked. Blanche told her. "I can't stay," she said.
What will have become of your stomach when you get to my age?" "I sha'n't complain, Sir Patrick, if I can eat as good a dinner as you do." "That reminds me! I met somebody I knew at the station. Hester Dethridge has left her place, and gone to London by the train. We may feed at Windygates we have done with dining now. It has been a final quarrel this time between the mistress and the cook.
At Windygates as elsewhere, we were always more or less satisfied with ourselves, if we were publicly discovered consulting our History and more or less ashamed of ourselves, if we were publicly discovered devouring our Fiction. An architectural peculiarity in the original arrangement of the library favored the development of this common and curious form of human stupidity.
The first person whom Julius saw on getting out of the carriage was Geoffrey with his ticket taken, and his portmanteau in charge of the guard. THE Library at Windygates was the largest and the handsomest room in the house. The two grand divisions under which Literature is usually arranged in these days occupied the customary places in it.
Oh, Geoffrey, remember the past! Be faithful be just to your loving wife, From Geoffrey Delamayn to Anne Silvester. "DEAR ANNE, Just called to London to my father. They have telegraphed him in a bad way. Stop where you are, and I will write you. Trust the bearer. Upon my soul, I'll keep my promise. Your loving husband that is to be, "WINDYGATES HOUSE Augt. 14, 4 P. M. "In a mortal hurry.
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