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His hand trembled as it closed tenderly and firmly on hers. "I shall see you to-morrow, at Holchester House," he said; giving his arm while he spoke to Blanche. He took leave of Geoffrey, without looking at him again, and without seeing his offered hand. In another minute they were gone. Anne waited on the lower floor of the cottage while Geoffrey closed and locked the gate.
"Have you proposed a separation between us?" she asked. "Yes on terms of the utmost advantage to my son; arranged with every possible consideration toward you. Is there any objection on your side?" "Oh, Lady Holchester! is it necessary to ask me? What does he say?" "He has refused." "Refused!" "Yes," said Geoffrey. "I don't go back from my word; I stick to what I said this morning.
"Will you say that I gratefully thank him for the letter which Lady Holchester was so good us to give me last night," she replied. "And will you entreat him, from me, not to expose himself, on my account, to " she hesitated, and finished the sentence with her eyes on the ground "to what might happen, if he came here and insisted on seeing me." "Does he propose to do that?" She hesitated again.
They returned to England a week since, in anticipation of a certain happy event, which will possibly increase the members of your family circle. They are now in London. Indeed, I may tell you that we expect them here to lunch to-day." Having made this plain statement, Lady Holchester looks at Lady Lundie. Quite useless! Lady Lundie holds her ground.
Glenarm had implanted in her mind yielded to it. At that moment she absolutely pitied Anne! "Poor creature!" said Lady Holchester. He took instant offense at those two words. "I won't have my wife pitied by any body." With that reply, he dashed into the passage; and called out, "Anne! come down!" Her soft voice answered; her light footfall was heard on the stairs. She came into the room.
"I am compelled to trespass on your ladyship's attention for a few minutes more," he answered. "The circumstances attending the marriage of Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn are of no common importance. In a few clear sentences he narrated what had happened, that afternoon, in Portland Place. Lady Holchester listened with the steadiest and coldest attention.
Geoffrey has come to London with me." Lord Holchester looked at his eldest son with a grimly-satirical expression of surprise. "Have I not already told you," he rejoined, "that my mind is not affected by my illness? Geoffrey anxious about me! Anxiety is one of the civilized emotions. Man in his savage state is incapable of feeling it." "My brother is not a savage, Sir."
"Your brother requests me to tell you that the duties of the new position in which he is placed occupy the whole of his time, and will prevent him from returning to Fulham, as he had proposed, for some days to come. Lady Holchester, hearing that I was likely to see you, has charged me with another message, from herself. Delamayn."
Lady Holchester rang the bell at her side. "Take Sir Patrick Lundie to Mr. Marchwood," she said to the servant. Sir Patrick started. The name was familiar to him, as the name of a friend. "Mr. Marchwood of Hurlbeck?" he asked. "The same." With that brief answer, Lady Holchester dismissed her visitor.
It is the one certain way of putting your brother's real feeling in this matter to the test." The servant had rung the bell without producing any result. He rang again. Lady Holchester put a question to Sir Patrick. "If I have an opportunity of speaking to my son's wife alone," she said, "have you any message to give?" Sir Patrick produced a little note.
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