Barren Honour: A NovelLawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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Barren Honour: A Novel
Lawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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"I should enjoy it, of all things, Alan. On a day like this I believe
Maimouna would tire before I should. I never knew what it was to feel
_rested_ while riding fast, till I mounted her. Don't be jealous if she
begins to know me better than you; you never heard of my visits to the
stable, under old Donald's escort, on purpose to pet her. You may order
the horses as soon as you please. I must see mamma before we start; but
would you like to bet that I am not ready first?"
Alan's reply was on his lips, when the door opened softly, and, gliding
in with her usual quiet grace, Lady Mildred joined the party. It was
rare indeed that the mistress of Dene favoured the world with her
presence before noon. At intervals, upon state occasions, she
condescended to preside at breakfast; but, as a rule, took her chocolate
and its accessories in her own apartments, and got through the business
of her day in solitude. Her letters were always impounded, as soon as
the letter bag was opened, by her own maid--a placid, resolute person--a
sort of cheap edition of her mistress--who had held her place for many
years, and was supposed to know more of the secrets of the boudoir than
any creature alive. Women of Lady Mildred's calibre rarely change their
confidential servants.
"My lady" was seemingly in a charming humour that morning; she greeted
every one most affectionately, and listened to the plan of the long ride
with a gentle approval, and even some show of interest. But all the
three felt certain that she had good reason for her early appearance.
They were not kept long in suspense.
"I had a letter from Max, this morning," Lady Mildred remarked. "Helen,
dear, he says all sorts of kind things about you and Alan, but he
reserves most of his congratulations, as he hopes to see you so soon.
You know he has been shooting with Lord Clydesdale, in Perthshire,
Hubert? Before this news came, he had asked him and Bertie Grenvil to
come here for the early part of September; but if you don't wish the
engagement to stand, you have only to let him know at once."
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