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Updated: August 4, 2024
Touched by the fire of a great idea, she was of those who could have gone out into the world without wallet or scrip, to work passionately for some great end. And she had married the Earl of Eglington! She leaned towards David, and said eagerly: "But you are satisfied you are satisfied with your work for poor Egypt?" "Thee says 'poor Egypt," he answered, "and thee says well.
"Now, is that the game of Mister Kimber? Against my Lord Eglington! Hey, but that's a joke, my lord!" "And what is thee working for, Soolsby?" "What do I be working for? To get the Egyptian back to England what else?" "That is no joke." "Ay, but 'tis a joke." The old man chuckled. "'Tis the best joke in the boilin'." He shook his head and moved his body backwards and forwards with glee.
The long weeks which had passed since that night at Hamley, when she had told Eglington the truth about so many things, had brought no peace, no understanding, no good news from anywhere. The morning after she had spoken with heart laid bare. Eglington had essayed to have a reconciliation; but he had come as the martyr, as one injured.
She had married not knowing what love and passion were; uncomprehending, and innocent because uncomprehending; with a fine affection, but capable of loving wholly. One thing had purified her motives and her life the desire to share with Eglington his public duty and private hopes, to be his confidante, his friend, his coadjutor, proud of him, eager for him, determined to help him.
Tell him the old man says his fluting will be heard." And now, David, I have told thee all, nearly. Remains to say that thy one letter did our hearts good. My father reads it over and over, and shakes his head sadly, for, truth is, he has a fear that the world may lay its hand upon thee. One thing I do observe, his heart is hard set against Lord Eglington.
But to tell the truth would be to wound her father, to vex him against Eglington even as he had never yet been vexed. Besides, it was hard, while Eglington was there, to tell what, after all, was the sole affair of her own life. In one literal sense, Eglington was not guilty of deceit.
Only the bare essential things that concerned him remained: David Claridge was the Earl of Eglington, this man before him knew, Luke Claridge knew; and there was one thing yet to know! When he spoke his voice showed no excitement the tones were even, colourless. "Does he know?" In these words he acknowledged that he believed the tale told him.
"Marry who is the blind lass?" "Her name is Maryon, Miss Hylda Maryon: and she has a great fortune. But within a month it is to be." "Thee remembers the woman of the cross-roads, her that our Davy " "Her the Egyptian kissed, and put his watch in her belt ay, Kate Heaver!" "She is now maid to her Lord Eglington will wed. She is to spend to-night with us."
While the young Earl of Eglington was being brought home, with noise and brawling, after his return to Parliament, thee mingled among the brawlers; and because some evil words were said of thy hat and thy apparel, thee laid about thee, bringing one to the dust, so that his life was in peril for some hours to come. Jasper Kimber was his name."
I've written this paragraph to go into the papers to-morrow morning: 'The Duchess of Snowdon, accompanied by Lady Eglington, left London last night for the Mediterranean via Calais, to be gone for two months or more. That is simple and natural. I'll see Eglington. He must make no fuss. He thinks she has gone to Hamley, so the butler says. There, it's all clear.
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