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And all at once a name reached her ears: "Lydia" pronounced rather shyly, in Tatham's voice. "Lydia!" No doubt by the bidding of the young lady. "I did not know I was so old-fashioned," thought Lady Tatham indignantly. Yet the tone in which the name was given was neither caressing nor tender.
As for the bronze a wife can't steal from her husband. And under these circumstances! I should like to see a British jury that would touch her!" "But she admits that half the proceeds went to her father." "Twenty years ago?" Tatham's shrug was magnificent. "I tell you he'll get no change out of that!" "But he hints at other things?" "Bluff again! Why the man's helpless in his bed!"
"Well, Tatham's at it," said Barton quietly; "we're all at it. And there's a new agent just appointed. Something to be hoped from him." "Who is it?" "You didn't hear us discussing him last night? A man called Claude Faversham." "Claude Faversham? A tall, dark fellow writes a little does a little law but mostly unemployed? Oh, I know him perfectly. Faversham? You don't mean it!"
But, if you can, persuade her to follow Lord Tatham's advice. He is most anxious to help you in the best way. And he does not believe that Mr. Melrose could hurt your grandfather." Felicia shook her curly head, frowning. "One cannot persuade mother one cannot. She is obstinate oh, so obstinate! If it were me, I would do anything Lord Tatham asked me! anything in the world."
To Faversham, full of a secret bitterness, this second manner of Tatham's was merely arrogance. His own pride rose against it, and what he felt it implied. Not a sign of that confidence in the new agent which had been so freely expressed at Duddon a couple of months before! His detractors had no doubt been at work with this jolly, stupid fellow, whom everybody liked.
Marrying Duddon! that vast house, and all those possessions; those piles of money; those county relations, and that web of inherited custom which would lay its ghostly compulsion on Tatham's wife the very instant he had married her it was not to be thought of for a moment!
"Yes and a bronze, worth a thousand pounds." "Sensible woman! And where are they now?" Lady Tatham shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, they can't be alive, surely," said Lydia. "Mr. Melrose told Doctor Undershaw that he had no relations in the world, and didn't wish to be troubled with any." Contempt sat on Tatham's ruddy countenance. "Well, as far as we're concerned, he may take it easy.
After that wind musique was over, they sang their pastorall eglogues. This was in 1613; Ferraby or Ferebe later became chaplain to the king. The more elaborate pieces were usually written for performance at schools or colleges. Such a piece is Tatham's Love Crowns the End, composed for the scholars of Bingham in Nottinghamshire in 1633, and printed in his Fancy's Theatre in 1640.
Penfold, with gruff civility, as he descended the steps. "Oh, we keep open house nowadays. You're going?" This was in answer to Tatham's bow which he slightly acknowledged. "Good-day, good-day! You'll find your horse. Sorry you're so hurried."
Penfold nor Susy knew where she was. In fact she was at Mainstairs, and with Faversham. She had mistaken a phrase in Tatham's note of the morning, and did not expect him till later. He had waited an hour for her, under the soft patter of Mrs. Penfold's embarrassed conversation; and had then ridden home, sorely disappointed, but never for one instant blaming the beloved.
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