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The touch ran through him, from head to foot, like a touch of ice. He drew back with a start, and faced her. Her eyes were staring straight over his shoulder at something behind him looking as they had looked in the garden at Windygates. Before he could speak he felt the flash of her eyes in his eyes. For the third time, she had seen the Apparition behind him. The homicidal frenzy possessed her.
At the Windygates station, to be sure going to London, after she had left my sister-in-law's service. Has she accepted another place without letting me know first, as I told her?" "She is living at Fulham." "In service?" "No. As mistress of her own house." "What! Hester Dethridge in possession of a house of her own? Well! well! why shouldn't she have a rise in the world like other people?
Blanche repeated the names of Lady Lundie's guests, leaving to the last the guests who had arrived last. "Two more came back this morning," she went on. "Arnold Brinkworth and that hateful friend of his, Mr. Delamayn." Anne's head sank back once more on the chair. She had found her way without exciting suspicion of the truth, to the one discovery which she had come to Windygates to make.
"A few days after you went away my anxieties grew more than I could bear alone. I went secretly to Windygates, and had an interview with Blanche. "She was absent for a few minutes from the room in which we had met. In that interval I saw Geoffrey Delamayn for the first time since I had left him at Lady Lundie's lawn-party. He treated me as if I was a stranger.
Total duration of this intrusion on your time three minutes." He placed a chair for Anne, and waited until she had permitted him, by a sign, to take a second chair for himself. "We will begin with the event," he resumed. "Your arrival at this place is no secret at Windygates. You were seen on the foot-road to Craig Fernie by one of the female servants.
This said, she left it to her young lady to decide for herself, whether she would return to Windygates, under present circumstances, or not. Blanche took the box from the woman's hands, and joined Anne in the bedroom, to dress herself for the drive home. "I am going back to a good scolding," she said. "But a scolding is no novelty in my experience of Lady Lundie.
She failed to understand the full meaning of his silence. She made her excuses, poor soul, for venturing back to Windygates her excuses to the man whose purpose at that moment was to throw her helpless on the world. "Pray forgive me for coming here," she said. "I have done nothing to compromise you, Geoffrey. Nobody but Blanche knows I am at Windygates.
If she had been asked at that moment who was the most brilliant Englishwoman living, she would have looked inward on herself and would have seen, as in a glass brightly, Lady Lundie, of Windygates. From the moment when the talk at her side entered on the subject of Geoffrey Delamayn and Mrs.
"You can start from this house," pursued Sir Patrick; "or you can start from a shooting-cottage which is on the Windygates property among the woods, on the other side of the moor. It is useless to conceal from you, gentlemen, that events have taken a certain unexpected turn in my sister-in-law's family circle. You will be equally Lady Lundie's guests, whether you choose the cottage or the house.
Rising the next day and looking out of his window, Sir Patrick saw the two young people taking their morning walk at a moment when they happened to cross the open grassy space which separated the two shrubberies at Windygates. Arnold's arm was round Blanche's waist, and they were talking confidentially with their heads close together.
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