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She had been very sweet and caressing to Rose ever since their talk on the evening of Tom's visit to the flat. Rose inwardly chafed at this show of affection; she had ceased to believe in Pauline's sincerity. Miss Merivale was waiting at the station for them with the pony carriage. The groom had driven her down, but Rose begged to be allowed to drive back.
He was attached to his friend Leroy, and did not see why he should be blamed unnecessarily. "Yes," he replied; "the strangest part of it all was the way the poor fellow raved at Vermont." "What do you mean?" asked Lady Merivale, sharply. "We were all standing round him," explained Lord Standon, "and when Vermont came up the man seemed to go off his head, and practically said he had sold the race.
And as Miss Merivale thought this she stretched her hand to the check-string, determining to drive at once to Lincoln's Inn to see her lawyer. But her hand dropped at her side. All his life Tom had thought of Woodcote as his inheritance; every stone, every blade of grass, was dear to him. He would have to leave it, to go out into the world to fight for his living. How could she let him go?
"Miss Merivale thought they would be at home by six o'clock," Rhoda answered. "And it is seven now," Tom said, glancing at the clock. "It will be dark in half an hour. They were coming by the high road all the way, didn't you say?" "Yes; Miss Smythe did not want to go up the lane. But the high road is not very much longer, is it, Mr. Merivale?" "About two miles longer. But it is a better road.
Rhoda thought with a thrill of wonder of Rose's words about her home. How could she have spoken so! Miss Merivale was in the library, with all the windows open to the garden. Rhoda was tremulously surprised at her greeting. She kissed her, and even when they sat down she did not leave her hand go, but held it tight, looking anxiously at her. "I want you to tell me more about your aunt," she said.
My man is Camille Desmoulins. I just love him. Plays adapted from novels are generally unsatisfactory. A whole story cannot be conveyed in three hours, and every reader of the story looks for something not in the play. Wills took from "The Vicar of Wakefield" an episode and did it right well, but there was no episode in "The Bride of Lammermoor" for Merivale to take.
She talked of it to Tom in the drawing-room when Miss Merivale had gone up to her room. "You don't think it is about her will, do you?" she said, in a hushed tone. Tom gave her a look of strong disgust. "I don't think anything about it. But she isn't fit to go by herself. Get her to take Maitland, if she won't take one of us. She was looking quite ill this evening, didn't you notice?
Melville's William Makepeace Thackeray, 2 vols. Trollope's Thackeray. Merivale and Marzials's Life of Thackeray. Mudge and Sears's A Thackeray Dictionary. Cross's George Eliot's Life as Related in her Letters and Journals. Browning's Life of George Eliot. Cook's George Eliot: A Critical Study of her Life, Writings, and Philosophy. Olcott's George Eliot: Scenes and People in Her Novels.
"You'll see how sweet I mean to be to her, Aunt Lucy," she said gaily; and Miss Merivale did not notice that the gaiety was forced. "I'll go up now and send her down to you. I wonder why Pauline is keeping her."
Miss Merivale dropped her hand suddenly, and rose and went to the window. The quiver in Rhoda's voice was more than she could bear. She spoke without turning round. "I see they are carrying the tea into the garden. Let us go out. I thought it would be pleasanter to have it out of doors. And afterwards you shall tell me what you mean to do. I should like" But she checked herself.
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