Married people -- Fiction; Mothers-in-law -- Fiction
Yet all was proceeding surely, if leisurely, to the appointed end. In
about eight weeks, the Wyntons arrived in London, and following their
usual habit delayed and delayed there, for a whole week before starting
for Scotland. But once at Wynton Castle, Isabel felt freed from her
promise of silence, and she wrote to Robert a few days after her return
home, the following note:
"DEAR ROBERT:--We reached home four days ago, and found
everything in perfect order. I hope mother and Christina and
you yourself are well. I am in fine health, never was better.
When we were in California I came unexpectedly upon Theodora.
We stayed two weeks with her, very pleasant weeks, and if you
will come to Wynton as soon as convenient, we shall be glad to
see you and tell you all about your wife and child. You need
have no anxiety about them. They could not be happier. Give my
love and duty to mother, and tell Christina I have a few pretty
things for her.
"Your loving sister,
"ISABEL."
Robert found this letter beside his dinner plate, and after he had taken
his soup he deliberately opened it. He knew it was Isabel's writing, and
the post-marks showed him she was at home again. He knew also that it
would contain an invitation to Wynton, and before he was sure of it, he
made a vow to himself that he would not go.
"Sir Thomas will prose about the persons and places he has seen, and
Isabel will smile and admire him, and I shall have to be congratulatory
and say a hundred things I do not want to say. I do not care a farthing
for Sir Thomas and his partnership now, and I will not have his
patronage." Thus he talked to himself, as he opened the letter, and gave
his order for boiled mutton and caper sauce.
When the mutton came he could not taste it. He looked dazed and shocked,
and the waiter asked: "Are you ill, sir?"
"Yes," was the answer. "Give me a glass of wine."
The wine did not help him, and he lifted the letter and went to his
room. There he threw himself upon the bed and lay motionless for an
hour. He was not thinking, he could not think; he was gathering his
forces physical and mental together, to enable him to overcome the shock
of Isabel's news, and decide on his future course.
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