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I was staying there when poor, dear Lord Groombridge got the news of his ordination, and it was all so sad and so beautiful, and now I can't bear to think that Father Molyneux is sorry already that he gave it all up." "Sorry that he gave it up !" Adela gave a little jump in her chair. It made her so nervous to see a blind man excited. But curiosity was strong within her.
"It is very late," said Edmund with decision, but without consulting his watch on the point. They all moved quickly, and while making their way back to the Castle Rose and Edmund talked of Lord and Lady Groombridge, and Molly walked silently beside them. "May I come in?"
Molly accepted social delights and social conventions as a young and gentle tigress might enjoy the soft turf of an English lawn. The defiance in her tone when she alluded to Groombridge faded now.
Delaport Green had made a masterly descent just in time for dinner. Molly smiled at the thought when alone in her room. A beautiful tea-gown had expressed the invalid, and was most becoming. "Every one has been so kind, dear Lady Groombridge; really, it is a temptation to be ill in this house everything so perfectly done." Lady Groombridge most distinctly grunted.
Edmund was in excellent spirits at luncheon. In the afternoon he drove with Lady Groombridge and Rose and Molly to see a famous garden some eight miles off, the owners of which were away in the South. The original house to which the gardens belonged had been replaced by a modern one in Italian style at the beginning of the nineteenth century.
It gave me a horrible feeling, and then I asked Mary Groombridge about her, and she told me the poor girl's story; only she said the mother lived in Paris. Of course Mary does not know, or she would never have asked us here together. But that is how I knew what you were going to say; and yet I had no notion of it till a moment ago, when it came to me in a flash. Only I wish I had known sooner!"
Clear understanding only in the head, love to one's neighbour in the heart, frugality in the stomach, and industry in the fingers then: HAND-WORK STANDS ON GOLDEN FEET." By Heinrich Zschokke. London: Groombridge.
In to-day's unwonted mood Molly was ready to receive very ordinary wisdom as golden. And then Lady Groombridge discovered that Molly was musical, and the older woman loved music, finding in it some of the romance which was shut out by her own limitations and by a life of over great bustle and worry.
In the excitement of arrival and of meeting Lady Rose, and the little shock of Sir Edmund's greeting, Molly had hardly taken stock of the mistress of the Castle. Lady Groombridge was verging on old age, but ruddy and vigorous. She wore short skirts and thick boots, and tapped the gravel noisily with her stick.
He began, half consciously, to be more self-indulgent in details and the only subject on which he ever showed animation was a projected holiday in Switzerland. He once alluded to the possibility of going to Groombridge for the shooting. At first he had not allowed Father Marny to take any of his now painful work among the people he was so soon to leave, but, after a week or two, he acquiesced.
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