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The distempered wilfulness of a bruised young woman directed her thoughts. She spoke them in the tone of reason to her invalid friend Rebecca Wythan, who saw with her, felt with her, yearned to retain her till breath was gone. Owain Wythan had his doubts of the tyrant guilty of maltreating this woman of women. 'But when you do leave Wales, he said, 'you shall be guarded up to your haven.
For he was with Owain Wythan at heart to scorn titles which did not distinguish practical offices. A nation bowing to them has gone to pith, for him; he had to shake himself, that he might not similarly stick; he had to do it often. Objects elevated even by a decayed world have their magnetism for us unless we nerve the mind to wakeful repulsion.
She was guilty of saying, though not pointedly: 'We do not hire defenders. 'In civilized lands . . . he began and stopped 'You have Mr. Wythan? 'Yes, we are three. 'You call him, I think, Owain? 'I do. 'In your brother's hearing? 'Yes, my lord; it would be in your hearing if you were near. 'No harm, no doubt. 'There is none. 'But you will not call your brother Chillon to me.
Hearing Carinthia say to her: 'I hope he will not be beaten, I hope, I hope, she made answer: 'You are very good, Miss'; and the young lady flushed. Gentlemen below were talking up to the earl. A Kentish squire of an estate neighbouring Esslemont introduced a Welsh squire he had driven to see the fun, by the name of Mr. Owain Wythan, a neighbour of the earl's down in Wales.
'We have talked: we shall be reproved by the husband and the doctor, said Carinthia. Sullen days continued and rolled over to night at the mines. Gower's mission was rendered absurd by the countess's withdrawal from the castle. He spoke of it to Mr. Wythan once, and the latter took a big breath and blew such a lord to the winds.
On the contrary, her strange husband had blest her with an infant. Everything was pardonable to him if he left her boy untouched in the mother's charge. Much alone as she was, she raised the dead to pet and cherish her boy. Chillon had seen him and praised him. Mrs. Owain Wythan, her neighbour over a hill, praised him above all babes on earth, poor childless woman!
Wythan, Carinthia's long sight spied Kit Ines, or a man like him, in the meadow between Lekkatts and Croridge. He stood before Henrietta, and vanished light-legged at a gesture. Henrietta was descending to take her leave of her busied husband; her cheeks were flushed; she would not speak of the fellow, except to reply, 'oh, a beggar, and kept asking whether she ought not to stay at Stoneridge.
This, however, his narrow means would not much longer permit him to do. The alternative was then offered him of either siding arbitrarily against the men and his conscience or of taking a course 'imprudent on the part of a presumptive heir, Mr. Wythan said hurriedly at the little inn's doorsteps. 'You make one of his lordship's guard? said Fleetwood. 'The countess, her brother, and I, yes'
The entry of Madge and Martha, the nurse-girl, with the overflowing armful of baby, changed their converse into melodious exclamations. 'Kit Ines has arrived, my lady, Madge said. 'I saw him on the road and stopped a minute. Mrs. Wythan studied Carinthia. Her sharp invalid's ears had caught the name. She beckoned. 'The man who the fighting man?
Other letters were opened: from the Countess Livia, from Lady Arpington, from Captain Kirby-Levellier. There was one from his lawyers, informing him of their receipt of a communication dated South Wales, December 11th, and signed Owain Wythan; to the effect, that the birth of a son to the Earl of Fleetwood was registered on the day of the date, with a copy of the document forwarded.
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