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"What a blessing I came here! Fancy getting rid of Uncle George and getting back to Oakdean all in one stroke!" Suddenly she looks round at him; there is almost terror in her gaze. "You are sure you mean it?" says she. "I mean it. But, Tita," he takes one of her hands and holds it between his own, and regards her with some anxiety "have you thought it all out? I have told you the truth, you know.
How Tita flings herself upon Margaret's Breast; and how Margaret comforts her; and how Tita promises to be good; and how she has a Meeting "by Lamplight alone" How Jealousy runs Riot in Oakdean; and how Margaret tries to throw Oil upon the Waters; and how a great Crash comes, with many Words and one Surprise How Maurice tells his Mother of the great Fiasco; and how she receives the News
"If I marry you, will you promise that I shall live at Oakdean?" "If you will do me the honour to marry me, you shall live just where you like," returns he. Indeed, to him it is now a matter of indifference where life may be dragged out to its weary end. But Tita fails to see the apathy in his manner. "Then, it is settled," cries she joyfully. She clasps her hands. "Oh, how good of you!" says she.
I sometimes" wistfully "wish you were going to be one, Meg, because then I could live with you for ever." "Well, you shall." "No; not I. Three is trumpery." "There won't be three." "I wish I had a big bet on that. I wish someone would bet me my old dear home, my Oakdean, upon that. I should be a happy girl again." A great sadness grows within her eyes. "Tita, you could be happy if you chose."
A last faint twittering of birds is in the air, and now it ceases, and darkness falls and grows, and shadows fill the land and hide the edges of the moors, and blacken the sides of the walls as they drive past them. Tita is always peering out of the window. At a sudden turn in the road she draws back as if hurt. "This is the turn to Oakdean!" says she sharply. "Yes; we are going this road."
And all her dear dogs have been sent to Oakdean, so that her hands are full of favourites. As for Maurice himself, he is delightful. He doesn't even know how to scold. And it will always to be like this always. As for that story of Lady Rylton's about Marian Bethune why, Marian is quite an old thing! And besides well, besides, it doesn't matter.
How Miss Gower goes for a pleasant Row upon the Lake with her Nephew; and how she admires the Sky and Water; and how presently Fear falls on her; and how Death threatens her; and how by a mere Scratch of a Pen she regains Shore and Life How all the House Party at Oakdean grow frivolous in the Absence of the Lord and Master; and how Mrs.
So far Tita was protected from actual poverty poverty was much closer to Maurice at this time than to her; and, indeed, being with Margaret, who loved her from her heart, and would hear no word of her leaving her, hardly felt the change in her position. The loss of the old home of Oakdean had been, so far as Margaret could see, the one thing that had deeply affected her.
After all, the last thing he would desire either would be to live here with his mother. "You would not have to make this place your home," says he. It had never been a home to him since his father's death. "You shall command me in this matter; I shall live at Oakdean if that is your desire." Indeed, it seems to him it would be a great relief to get away from the Hall, from his mother, from
At this moment a little gleam of it, just strong enough to make one dream of summer, but not enough to warm one, is stealing timidly though the windows of Margaret's smaller drawing-room in Park Lane. She had taken Tita abroad almost immediately after the rupture at Oakdean, explaining to their mutual friends that it was necessary for Tita's health that she should winter in the south.
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