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She stood there, with her hand pressed on her breast, looking out absently on the murky London view of house roof and chimney, while Sir Patrick opened the letter. It is necessary to the right appreciation of events, that other eyes besides Sir Patrick's should follow the brief course of the correspondence in this place. From Anne Silvester to Geoffrey Delamayn. WINDYGATES HOUSE. August 19, 1868.
He felt in his pocket, and produced a letter the letter which Anne had referred to at the interview between them the letter which she had written to insist on his attending the lawn-party at Windygates. "This will do," he said. "It's one of Anne's own letters to me. There's room on the fourth page. If I write," he added, turning suddenly on Arnold, "you promise to take it to her?
"I could have sworn she was staring at me over the dwarf pear-trees," he said. "All right, I know where I am now." He fretfully forbade the extinguishing of the light. "Afraid of the dark?" said Perry, with a laugh. No. He was afraid of dreaming again of the dumb cook at Windygates House. THE time was the night before the marriage. The place was Sir Patrick's house in Kent.
And, oh my dear! what is your married name?" Anne answered, coldly, "Wait a little. I can't speak about it yet." "Are you ill?" asked Blanche. "I am a little nervous." "Has any thing unpleasant happened between you and my uncle? You have seen him, haven't you?" "Yes." "Did he give you my message?" "He gave me your message. Blanche! you promised him to stay at Windygates.
In other words, the step-mother of Blanche, and the enviable person who had taken the house and lands of Windygates. "My dear," said Lady Lundie, "words have their meanings even on a young lady's lips. Do you call Croquet, 'business?" "You don't call it pleasure, surely?" said a gravely ironical voice in the back-ground of the summer-house.
The situation of affairs at Windygates now that Anne had apparently obliterated all trace of herself was becoming serious. The one chance on which the discovery of Arnold's position depended, was the chance that accident might reveal the truth in the lapse of time. It abridged a lapse of three months into an interval of three weeks.
The second said No but advised me to write immediately and tell you the position in which you stood. I attempted to write the same day, and fell ill as you know. "Thank God, the delay that has happened is of no consequence. I asked Blanche, at Windygates, when you were to be married and she told me not until the end of the autumn. It is only the fifth of September now.
Inchbare," she thought to herself. "And it is just possible that the conversation may get beyond the relative merits of her poultry-yard and mine." A lapse of little more than two hours proved Hopkins's estimate of the latent enthusiasm in Mrs. Inchbare's character to have been correctly formed. The eager landlady appeared at Windygates on the heels of the returning servant.
The guests abandoned the glade; and the fingers and lungs of the musicians rested at last. Lady Lundie and her party were the first to send for the carriage and say farewell; the break-up of the household at Windygates on the next day, and the journey south, being sufficient apologies for setting the example of retreat.
She found time to tell me what had passed between you this morning before I left Windygates. I know you have made her an offer: I know you are engaged to be married to her." Arnold was delighted to hear it. He had been merely unwilling to leave her thus far. He was absolutely determined to stay with her now. "Don't expect me to go after that!" he said.
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