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He was simply crazy about her." "Why, yes." Mrs. Pendomer replaced the letter, carefully, almost caressingly, among its companions. "My dear, it was years ago. I think time has by this wreaked a vengeance far more bitter than you could ever plan on the woman who, after all, never thought to wrong you. For the bitterest of all bitter things to a woman to some women, at least is to grow old."
There was a glance from eyes whose luster time and irregular living had conspired to dim. "Ah! you men!" Mrs. Pendomer retorted. "And there we have the tragedy of life in a nutshell!" Silence lasted for a while. The colonel was finding this matutinal talk discomfortably opulent in pauses. "Rudolph, and has it never occurred to you that in marrying Patricia you swindled her?"
Did you think I was by any chance referring to the man in the moon and the Queen of Sheba?" If ever amazement showed in a man's eyes, it shone now in Rudolph Musgrave's. After a little, the pupils widened in a sort of terror. So this was what Clarice Pendomer had been hinting at. "Nonsense!" he cried. "Why why, it is utter, preposterous, Bedlamite nonsense!"
She rested her ample chin on a much-bejeweled hand for a moment; and, when Mrs. Pendomer raised her face, her voice was free from affectation. "You will probably never understand that this particular July day is a crucial point in your life.
"Sophist, don't I know my Lichfield? I know it almost as well as I know Rudolph Musgrave. And so I prophesy that he will not marry Clarice Pendomer, because he is inevitably tired of her by this. He will marry money, just as all the Musgraves do.
"Oh, well ! You know how Lichfield gossips," said Mrs. Pendomer. Colonel Musgrave had smoked a preposterous number of unsatisfying cigarettes on the big front porch of Matocton whilst Mrs. Pendomer was absent on her mission; and on her return, flushed and triumphant, he rose in eloquent silence. "I've done it, Rudolph," said Mrs. Pendomer. "Done what?" he queried, blankly.
So, she is only sorry for you now rather as a mother would be for a naughty child; as for me, she isn't jealous but," sighed Mrs. Pendomer, "she isn't over-fond of me." Colonel Musgrave rose to his feet. "It isn't fair," said he; "the letters were distinctly compromising. It isn't fair you should shoulder the blame for a woman who was nothing to you.
"Restored what my incomprehensible lawyers call the status quo; achieved peace with honor; carried off the spoils of war; and in short arranged everything," answered Mrs. Pendomer, and sank into a rustic chair, which creaked admonishingly. "And all," she added, bringing a fan into play, "without a single falsehood.
"Oh, Rudolph dear, I perfectly realize you are the best and noblest man I ever knew. And I have always loved you very much, my dear; that is why I could never abide poor Mrs. Pendomer. And yet it is a feeling I simply can't explain " "That you belong to Jack in spite of everything?" the colonel said. "Why, but of course!
Peasedown St John, a bleakly situated colliery village, 6 m. S.W. from Bath. It consists of a long string of cottages and a modern church. Pendomer, a small hamlet, 2 m. The church is noteworthy only as containing a remarkable monument. In a cinque-foiled recess on the N., faced with a square canopy surmounted by pinnacles, is the recumbent figure of a knight clad in coat of mail.
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