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"You haven't tackled Coryston yet?" said Sir Wilfrid, as he and Newbury walked back toward Hoddon Grey in the late afternoon, leaving Marcia and Lady Coryston in the clutches of a dressmaker, who had filled the drawing-room with a gleaming show of "English silks," that being Lady Coryston's special and peremptory command for the trousseau. "No. He hasn't even vouchsafed me a letter."
"Don't let him set you against us!" She smiled and shook her head. Then by way of extricating herself and him from the moment of emotion by way of preventing its going any further she sprang to her feet. "Mother will be waiting lunch for us." They walked back to the house together, discussing as they went Coryston's whole campaign.
Lady Coryston became strangely dear to her children before she left them forever, and the last faint words she spoke, on that winter morning when she died, were for Coryston, who had her hand in his. "Corry Corry darling" and as he came closer "Corry, who was my firstborn!" On the night of Lady Coryston's death Reginald Lester wrote: "Coryston has just taken me in to see his mother.
"The trade-unions are just the same." "I believe you!" said Coryston. "Freedom's a lost art in England from Parliament downward. Well, well Good-by!" "Coryston!" "Yes?" Lord Coryston paused with his hand on the door. "Don't take the chair for Glenwilliam?" "By George, I will!" Coryston's eyes flamed. And going out he noisily shut the door. Lester was left to his work.
"Her ladyship says she would like to see you, Miss, before you go." The speaker was Lady Coryston's maid. She stood just within the doorway of the room where Marcia was dressing for the Opera, delivering her message mechanically, but really absorbed in the spectacle presented by the young girl before her.
And yet she was tolerably certain that he knew no more than she did what Was going to happen. "I am quite aware," said Lady Coryston, resuming after a pause, "that in leaving his estates and the bulk of his fortune to myself your dear father did an unusual thing, and one for which many persons have blamed him " Coryston's cocked leg descended abruptly to the ground.
"If you think that I wouldn't give up this whole show to-morrow" he waved his hand toward the marble forecourt outside, now glistening in the sun "for for Enid you never made a greater mistake in your life, Corry!" There was a bitter and passionate accent in the voice which carried conviction. Coryston's expression changed.
A trouble which had been greatly aggravated by Coryston's presence on the scene. Newbury, for all that his heart was full of Marcia, was none the less sorely indignant with her brother, eager to have it out with him, and to fling back his charges in his face. Suddenly, a form appeared behind a gate flanked by high hedges. Newbury recognized John Betts.
"I wonder what he'll think of Arthur's speech and whether he's seen Coryston. I wonder whether he knows there's going to be an awful row to-night. Coryston's mad!" Coryston was her eldest brother, and she was very fond of him. But the way he had been behaving! the way he had been defying mamma! it was really ridiculous. What could he expect?
"Oh, but they're so interesting," was Coryston's cool reply as he took his seat by Marion Atherstone. "I'm certain everybody here finds them so. And what on earth have I taken Knatchett for, except to blazon abroad what our dear mother has been doing?" "I wish to heaven you hadn't taken Knatchett," said Arthur, sulkily. "You regard me as a nuisance? Well, I meant to be.
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