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The chintz covered sofa and chairs, even though the chintz was ugly, had the pleasant country-house look, which suggests afternoon tea, and chatting friends; a bright fire, flowers and a lavish strewing of books completed the hospitable impression. Yet Madeleine Tonbridge had by no means come to Maumsey Abbey, at Winnington's bidding, as to a Land of Cockaigne.
No, Will Locke's was not a life wrecked on the rocks of adversity, any more than Sam Winnington's was stranded on the sandbanks of prosperity. The one did a little to mellow the other before the scenes closed, and Will Locke was less obliged to Sam Winnington than Sam to Will in the end.
"There are the letters from the jewellers " And running to the bureau, she took thence a packet of letters and thrust them into Winnington's hands. He looked them through in silence, turning to her, as he put them down. "I see. It is of course possible that this firm of jewellers have paid Mr. Lathrop a heavy commission behind the scenes, of which you know nothing. But I don't press that.
Winnington tries it on with 'influence' we'll have some fun." Delia returned to her window. The look her companion bent upon her was not visible to her. It was curiously detached perhaps slightly ironical. "I'm wondering what part I shall play in the first interview!" said Miss Marvell, after a pause. "I represent the first stone in Mr. Winnington's path.
There is some sweetness in that and in teasing the stupid fellow who no doubt will own her some day." And he thought exultantly of Winnington's letter to him, and his own insolent reply. It had been a perfectly civil letter and a perfectly proper thing for a guardian to do. But for the moment "I have the whip hand and it amuses me to keep it, Now then for Blaydes!"
When Delia afterwards looked back on those two hours in Mark Winnington's company, she remembered them as a time enskied and glorified.
In Sir Thomas Winnington's note to my friend, he says we have difficulty enough in endeavouring to obtain support for one day's clear course; two we could not carry, however desirable.
Clary, in person, played my lady very well, reclining in her father's great chair. Her hall was roomy enough; it had its space for Sam Winnington's easel as well as Clary's harpsichord, and, what was more useful, her spinning-wheel, besides closets and cupboards without number. Sam Winnington entertained Clarissa; he was famous in years to come for keeping his sisters in good humour.
As to that vanished betrothed, Agnes Clay, the heroine of Winnington's brief engagement Delia's thirst for knowledge, in a restless, suppressed way, had been insatiable. Was she jealous of that poor ghost, and of all those delicate, domestic qualities with which her biographer could not but invest her?
And again amusement and concern! on Mark Winnington's account made themselves felt. Mrs. France was quite aware of Delia's "militant" antecedents, and of the history of the lady she had brought down to live with her. But the confidence of the doctor's wife in Winnington's powers and charm was boundless. "He'll be a match for them!" she thought gaily.
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