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In the middle of this natural theatre was the stump of a tree that had been felled by a saw, and upon the flat stool thus formed stood Ethelberta, whom Christopher had not beheld since the ball at Wyndway House. Round her, leaning against branches or prostrate on the ground, were five or six individuals. Two were young mechanics one of them evidently a carpenter.
He recognized the face as that of the young man whom he had encountered when watching Ethelberta's window from Rookington Park. 'Perhaps you remember seeing him at the Christmas dance at Wyndway? she inquired. 'He is a good-natured fellow. Afterwards he sent me that portfolio of sketches you see in the corner.
I met her at Wyndway, you know, where she was visiting with Lady Petherwin. It was some time ago, and I cannot say that I have ever met her since. 'Or before? said Neigh. 'Well no; I never did. 'Ladywell, if I had half your power of going to your imagination for facts, I would be the greatest painter in England.
She is quite right: she cannot keep us, and to recognize us would do you no good, nor us either. We are content to see you secretly, since it is best for you. Meanwhile, in the distant town of Sandbourne, Christopher Julian had recovered from the weariness produced by his labours at the Wyndway evening-party where Ethelberta had been a star.
Wyndway House was a well-known country-seat three or four miles out of the town, and the coachman mentioned that if they were going it would be well that they should get ready to start as soon as they conveniently could, since he had been told to return by ten if possible.
The east gleamed upon Ethelberta's squirrel-coloured hair as she said to her companion, 'I have come, Picotee; but not, as you imagine, from a night's sleep. We have actually been dancing till daylight at Wyndway. 'Then you should not have troubled to come!
But I'll set you an example of frankness by telling his name. My friend, Mr. Julian, to whom you posted the book. Such changes as he has seen! from affluence to poverty. He and his sister have been playing dances all night at Wyndway What is the matter? 'Only a pain! 'My dear Picotee 'I think I'll sit down for a moment, Berta. 'What have you over-walked yourself, dear?
When Christopher left the house shortly after, instead of going into the town on some errand, as was customary whenever he went from home after dark, he ascended a back street, passed over the hills behind, and walked at a brisk pace inland along the road to Rookington Park, where, as he had learnt, Ethelberta and Lady Petherwin were staying for a time, the day or two which they spent at Wyndway having formed a short break in the middle of this visit.
'O Christopher, I knew you were here, she said eagerly. 'You are wanted; there's a servant come from Wyndway House for you. He is sent to ask if you can come immediately to play at a little dance they have resolved upon this evening quite suddenly it seems. If you can come, you must bring with you any assistant you can lay your hands upon at a moment's notice, he says.
'Wyndway House; why should the people send for me above all other musicians in the town? Faith did not know. 'If you really decide to go, she said, as they walked homeward, 'you might take me as your assistant. I should answer the purpose, should I not, Kit? since it is only a dance or two they seem to want. 'And your harp I suppose you mean. Yes; you might be competent to take a part.
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