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The attendance will be large: the nobility, gentry, and clergy of the neighbourhood will flower about you on the platform; a banquet will follow in the evening, and in the morning blushing girls will hand you bouquets at the railway station. Can you refuse?" "Not easily, I admit," said Robert, laughing; "but Reckage is rather low and unhappy just now about his broken engagement.
I stayed at Brookes's till after twelve last night in hopes of seeing Orange. I was discussing him with Lord Reckage." "What did Reckage say?" "Reckage doesn't mind raising a blister, but he won't often tell one what he thinks." Sara shivered a little and compressed her lips.
She had neither the knowledge of life, nor the imagination, which could make such understanding possible. But she saw in his look that he loved her, that he was unhappy. She knew that Reckage had never shown so much feeling. Yet had she not given her word to Reckage? Was it not irrevocable? Was Rennes behaving well in speaking out too late? Was it too late?
Hercy Berenville's Memoirs, a malicious work printed for private circulation only "the little order first came into notice under the name of the 'Bond of Association, a High Church society founded by my brother, Lord Reckage. He formed his executive committee, however, on timorous and unexpected lines. He had tried to please the spiteful rather than the loyal.
She felt only, on this occasion, that a crisis had been reached, that Reckage was vexed with himself, with her, with life generally. She had a letter in her pocket from David Rennes a beautiful, touching letter, full of longing for a faith, a hope love, he said, he possessed, alas! What a difference in the two men! "You don't understand," said Sara. "You are right because you haven't heard enough.
And may I call you Agnes? We have just time now to write a few letters before dinner." Robert, accompanied by Lord Reckage, arrived in London the following Wednesday. Pensée and Brigit went from St. Malo to Paris, where the unhappy girl hoped to enter the Conservatoire.
She hoped that his talk would drown the singing in her heart, the whispering in her ears, the footsteps of doubt doubt of herself, doubt of Reckage, coming nearer and nearer. She had been taught everything. She had discovered nothing. Love itself had come to her in the shape of a cruel code of responsibilities. Lately she had been dwelling with an almost feverish emphasis on the question of duty.
"There is that touch of the absurd about it," said Reckage, "which makes it difficult for a friend to come forward. To pursue a man on his wedding journey " "It is no laughing matter," put in Lord Garrow; "and if the woman has deceived the poor fellow, it's a monstrous crime." "Oh, she hasn't; she couldn't deceive him," said Pensée. "I know her intimately."
He fancied that he found in Agnes Carillon that purity coupled with magnetism which makes such experiments attractive. They corresponded regularly, but they did not meet again for several months. When he returned, a little tired of platonism, letter-writing, intellectuality, and longing a great deal for the sight of her face, he found her engaged to Lord Reckage. So nature revenges itself.
Lord Garrow, under his daughter's command, had issued invitations for a dinner-party that same evening to a few friends, who, it was hoped, would support the Meeting which Reckage was endeavouring to organise as a protest against Dr. Temple's nomination.
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