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Updated: June 9, 2025
I could not help drawing him out. Two days! Why, my dear, his French party were a fortnight in the country. It was the marquise, you know the old affair; and one may say he's a constant man. 'I have not heard Captain Beauchamp's cleverness much praised, said Cecilia. 'This is your room, Mrs. Grancey. 'Stay with me a moment. It is the room I like. Are we to have him at dinner?
Romfrey, until finally stung by Nevil, had indulged in his best-humoured banter. Shortly before the ringing of the dinner-bell Rosamund knocked at Beauchamp's dressing-room door, the bearer of a telegram from Bevisham. He read it in one swift run of the eyes, and said: 'Come in, ma'am, I have something for you. Madame de Rouaillout sends you this.
The allocution was not delivered in the presence of an audience other than sympathetic, and Miss Halkett rightly guessed that it was intended to strike Captain Beauchamp by ricochet. He puffed at the mention of Beauchamp's name.
Lydiard, in reply to his request that she should furnish the latest particulars of Nevil Beauchamp, for the satisfaction of the Countess of Romfrey: 'There is everything to reassure Lady Romfrey in the state of Captain Beauchamp's health, and I have never seen him so placidly happy as he has been since the arrival, yesterday morning, of a lady from France, Madame la Marquise de Rouaillout, with her brother, M. le Comte de Croisnel.
She recognized the very letter, crowned with many stamps, thick with many pages, in Beauchamp's hands. 'When you are at Steynham you will probably hear my uncle Everard's version of this letter, he said. 'The baron chooses to think everything fair in war, and the letter came accidentally into his hands with the seal broken; well, he read it.
So she heard them walking this way and that, but could not distinguish what they said, only she heard them talking; and once or twice a word reached her, but not very intelligible, such as ''Twas Surgeon Beauchamp's see that' 'Mighty curious. Then a lot of mumbling, and 'Cruciform, of course.
Beauchamp's meditations were diverted by the sight of the coast of France dashed in rain-lines across a weed-strewn sea. The 'three days' granted him by Renee were over, and it scarcely troubled him that he should be behind the time; he detested mystery, holding it to be a sign of pretentious feebleness, often of imposture, it might be frivolity.
Meanwhile Beauchamp's day of adieu succeeded that of his holiday, and no adieu was uttered. The hours at Tourdestelle had a singular turn for slipping. Interlinked and all as one they swam by, brought evening, brought morning, never varied. They might have varied with such a division as when flame lights up the night or a tempest shades the day, had Renee chosen; she had that power over him.
Each made him a low bow as he passed, except the wag of the tertians, who turned his back on him and bowed to the universe in general. Mr Cupples was next the door, and bowed him out. Alec alone stood erect. He could not insult him. Beauchamp's feelings I do not care to analyze.
Here I would stop. It is Beauchamp's career that carries me on to its close, where the lanterns throw their beams off the mudbanks by the black riverside; when some few English men and women differed from the world in thinking that it had suffered a loss. They sorrowed for the earl when tidings came to them of the loss of his child, alive one hour in his arms.
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