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"What an excellent thing it is for the village that those Wortleys are come!" said Edmund. "Yes; now that mamma cannot attend much to the school and poor people, I don't know what we should do without them. How different it was in old Mr. May's time! I hope we shall get the Church set to rights now, when papa is well enough to attend to it."
"I wonder how it is that I have thought so much about myself; but it would come into my head, what was to become of us, and I was very much afraid of living with the Lyddells; but still there was a little glimmering of hope that you might be able to manage to leave us with the Wortleys." "I heartily wish I could," said Edmund, "but it is out of my power. My uncle "
If you are in real difficulty or doubt how to act, you have the Wortleys; and if you see anything about which you are seriously uneasy with regard to him, write to me, and I will do my utmost, little as that is." "Yes, yes, I am glad to be sure of it," said Marian. "Well, I am glad to have had this talk," said Edmund.
"Surely papa did not wish us to live with the Lyddells?" cried Marian. "I do not think he contemplated your living any where but at home." "But the Vicarage is more like home than any other place could ever be," pleaded Marian, "and papa did not like the Lyddells nearly so well as the Wortleys." "We must abide by his arrangements, rather than our own notions of his wishes," said Edmund.
Few faces ever expressed more joy than Marian's in the prospect of a meeting with these dearest of friends; Mrs. Lyddell and Caroline smiled at her joy as she flew out of the room to make Saunders a partaker in her pleasure. "Strange girl," said Caroline; "so cold to some, so warm to others; I shall be glad to see these incomparable Wortleys." "So shall I," said Mrs.
"Poor child," said Edmund, laughing. "And you are going home," said Marian, enviously. "Home, yes," said Edmund, in a tone which seemed as if he did not think himself an object of envy. "Yes, the hills and woods," said Marian, "and the Wortleys." "Yes, I am very glad to go," said Edmund. "Certainly even the being hackneyed cannot spoil the beauty or the force of those lines of Gray's."
She wished them to appear to as much advantage as possible, but this they really seemed resolved not to do, at least not what was in her eyes and those of the Wortleys, to advantage. Mrs. Lyddell would have a grand dinner party to do honour to her friends, and the choice of company was not what she would have made.
The nest day she was walking in the garden with Clara, when Gerald came running up, with an entreaty that she would come and have a game at cricket with him and Lionel. Clara exclaimed, laughed, and stared in amazement. "She plays famously," said Gerald; "she, and Agnes, and I, beat all the other Wortleys one day last summer.
Wortley put an end to the tete-a-tete, then shocked that it should be a relief; for, poor girl, her extreme embarrassment overpowering the happiness in her friend's presence, made her doubt whether it could be that her affection was really departing, a thought too dreadful to be dwelt upon. Who would have told her that she should endure so much pain in her first drive with the Wortleys?
It was in January, 1761, that Edward Wortley Montagu passed away at the age of eighty-three. He died at Wharncliffe, the family seat of the Wortleys, where he had lived in a most miserly manner. He had only one luxury tokay, of which he was passionately fond. He left a great fortune, the highest estimate of which was £1,350,000. Horace Walpole said the estate was worth £600,000.
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