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Updated: June 27, 2025
Lang's only the temporary owner the trustee. We've no right to destroy what belongs to England." Gertrude laughed again as she rose from the tea-table. "Well, as long as women are slaves, I don't see what England matters to them. However, don't trouble yourself. Monk Lawrence is all right. And Mr. Winnington's a charmer we all know that." Delia flushed angrily.
Had he perhaps discovered anything more? When she alighted at Maumsey, with her hand in Winnington's, the fresh colour in her cheeks had disappeared again, and he was dismayed anew at her appearance, though he kept it to himself.
But just as she was about to leave her room, she again heard the front door open and close. She ran to the window just in time to see Lathrop departing and Winnington arriving! on foot and alone. She watched the two men pass each other in the drive Winnington's start of haughty surprise and Lathrop's smiling and, as she thought, insolent greeting.
How vivid was the impression of this latter fact on the other two may be imagined. When Delia had gone upstairs to chat with Weston, Lady Tonbridge looked at Winnington "To what do we owe this crowning mercy? Who dislodged her?" Winnington's glance was thoughtful. "I guess it has been her own doing entirely. But I know nothing." "Hm. Well, if I may advise, dear Mr. Mark, ask no questions.
She made no reply, and in the silence he watched her closely. What could account for such an eclipse of all her young vivacity? It was clear to him that that fellow was entangling her in some monstrous way part and parcel no doubt of this militant propaganda and calculating on developments. Winnington's blood boiled.
The struggle lay then between her loyalty to her friend, the passionate loyalty of woman to woman, so newly and strangely developed by the Suffrage movement, and Winnington's advancing influence, the influence of a man equipped surely with all the means of victory character, strength, charm over the girl's heart and imagination. He must conquer!
Yet supplies were wanted for the newly rented flat, for Weston's operation, for Gertrude's expenses in London for a hundred things. She paced up and down, imagining the conversation, framing eloquent defences for her conduct, and again, from time to time, meanly, shamefacedly reminding herself of Winnington's benefit under the will.
She had changed while upstairs into a white dress, and the brilliance of her hair, and wide, absent eyes above the delicate folds of white, seemed to burn in Winnington's consciousness as he read. Presently however, Lady Tonbridge looking up, was startled to see that the girl had imperceptibly fallen asleep.
Lathrop's name had not been mentioned since Lady Tonbridge's arrival, but she received the impression of a constant vigilance on Winnington's part, and a certain mystery and unhappiness on Delia's.
She was Mark Winnington's intimate friend and a constitutional Suffragist. At the notion of consulting her, on the means of providing funds for "militancy" Delia sprang out of bed, and went to her dressing, dissolved in laughter. And presently sobered again, and soft-eyed she was stealing along the passage to Weston's door for a word with the trained nurse who was now in charge.
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