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Wrayth is much more interesting than this," she answered. "Parts of it are so wonderfully old; there are stone floors in the upper rooms in one of the inner courtyards.
And then they all had trooped up into the drawing-room just as Ethelrida was saying, "The northern property, Morndale, is not half so pretty as Wrayth " But when she saw them enter she rose and ceded her place to Tristram who gladly sank into the sofa beside his lady.
And finally they had come home again home to Wrayth and no more unhappy pair of young, healthy people lived on earth. Zara could hardly contain her impatience to see if a telegram for her from Mimo had come in her absence. Tristram saw her look of anxiety and strain, and smiled grimly to himself. She would get no answering telegram from her lover that day!
She hoped Zara liked gardens; she herself was a great gardener, and had taken much pride in her herbaceous borders and her roses at Wrayth. And when they had got to this stage of the conversation Tristram felt he could safely leave them to one another, so, saying he wanted to talk to his sisters, he went out of the room.
"All these people who are my people," he went on, "think a great deal of these things, and of us that is myself, as their landlord, and you as my wife. We have always been friends, the country folk at Wrayth and my family, and they adored my mother.
They were both so young that would be sure to happen; and this thought, which had once, in that very room, in his happy musings, given him so much joy, now caused him to quiver with extra pain. For a woman with such a background should not be the mother of a Tancred of Wrayth. Tristram was no Puritan, but the ingrained pride in his old name he could not eliminate from his blood.
When you get her alone at Wrayth, just kiss her until she can't breathe and you'll find it is all right!" With which absolutely sensible advice, he had slapped his nephew on the back, fixed in his eyeglass, and walked off; and Tristram had stood there, his blue eyes hollow with pain, and had laughed a bitter laugh, and gone to play bridge, which he loathed, with the Meltons and Mrs. Harcourt.
He wanted to realize the details of the coming week, and settle with himself how best to get through with them. He and Zara were to start in their own motor at about eleven for Wrayth, which was only forty miles across the border into Suffolk.
And if Zara's week of separation from him had been grief and suffering, his had been hell. On the Saturday morning, after her uncle had started for Dover, a note, sent by hand, was brought to Zara. It was again only a few words, merely to say if it was convenient to her, he Tristram would come at two o'clock, as he was motoring down to Wrayth at three, and was leaving England on Monday night.
And then he set his brain to calculate how he could assist them, and finally his reasoning powers came back to him, and he comforted himself with the deductions he made. She was going away alone with this most desirable young man into the romantic environment of Wrayth.
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