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"Well then" the wise old eyes beside her laughed kindly into hers "be content, and don't take Coryston's escapades too hardly!" She drew back, and her long face and haughty mouth stiffened in the way he knew. "Are you coming to see me on Sunday?" she said, quietly. He took his snubbing without resentment. "I suppose so.
"From the bills I saw posted up in Martover as we came through" Sir Louis Ford lowered his voice "I gathered the amazing fact that Coryston Coryston! is going to take the chair at a meeting where Glenwilliam speaks some way on in next month." Sir Wilfrid shrugged his shoulders, with a warning glance at the stately form of Coryston's mother in the distance. "Too bad to discuss!" he said, shortly.
Marcia looked round on her three brothers: Coryston sunk in a big gilt chair, one leg cocked over the other, his fingers lightly crossed above his head; James with his open brow, his snub nose, his charming expression; and Arthur, who had coaxed Lady Coryston's spaniel on to his lap and was pulling his ears. He looked, she thought, bored and only half attentive.
"Suppose she had been a Liberal," said Marion, slyly. Atherstone shrugged his shoulders too honest to reply. He ruminated over his pipe. Presently his eyes flashed. "I hear Coryston's very servants his man and wife were evicted from their cottage for political reasons." "Yes, by that Radical miller who lives at Martover," said Marion. Atherstone stared. "My dear!
To be left to himself, the solitary inhabitant, save for the servants, of the great classical pile; to be able to wander about it as he liked, free to speculate on its pictures and engravings; to rummage the immense collection of china in the basement rooms which no one but himself ever looked at; to examine some new corner of the muniment-room, and to ponder the strange and gruesome collection of death-masks, made by Coryston's grandfather, and now ranged in one of the annexes of the library gave him endless entertainment.
"What's the good of being distressed? I have known Coryston's opinions for a long time. One has to act of course," the speaker added, with deliberation. "Act? I don't understand." Lady Coryston did not enlighten her. Indeed, she did not hear her. She was bending forward eagerly. The fair-haired youth on the back benches, who had been so long waiting his turn, was up at last.
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