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"Wake me at twenty to seven, will you?" he asked. "I have ordered the trap." The young Marquess of Strathland and Zeal sat alone in the smoking-room at Capheaton the guests, with the exception of Flora Thangue and Isabel Otis had departed six days ago sunk in a melancholy so profound that his brain was mercifully inactive: if the history of the past week was dully insistent the future was not.
She had had several correspondents as ardent as herself, and there was little gossip of the more intimate sort that had not reached her sooner or later, but she found subtle changes in Victoria for which she could not as yet account. She had now been at Capheaton and alone with her friend for three days, but there had been a stress of duties for both, and the hostess had never been more silent.
She quite forgot her companion in these lighter reminiscences of a period that seemed far more than ten years agone. Gwynne had discovered at Capheaton that one of his cousin's charms was her absence of effort in conversation and a corresponding indifference to effort in others.
Upon his return to Capheaton from his triumphant battle on the hustings he had been as impassive as his traditions demanded. On the morning of his engagement he had looked rather silly to her detached eye; and immediately after, tragedy and trouble and infinite vexation had claimed him.
But yes, I remember that dress now I rarely notice the details of women's clothes but I remember admiring those blue lilies on that airy white stuff I suppose you suddenly brought the whole thing back as vividly as if we were at Capheaton instead of out here on the edge of creation. You must forgive me and forget it." "Yes I will! I'll forget everything for a week."
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