Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
But what was to be done? The Marquis had declared his purpose of doing
what he liked with his own, and certainly none of them could hinder
him. If he chose to shut himself and his wife up at the big house, he
must do so. It was very bad, but it was clear that they could not
interfere with his eccentricities. How was anybody to interfere? Of
course, there was present in the mind of each of them a feeling that
this woman might not be his wife, or that the child might not be
legitimate. But they did not like with open words among themselves to
accuse their brother of so great a crime. "I don't see what there is to
be done," said Lord George.
The Church was in the park, not very far from the house, but nearer to
the gate leading to Brotherton. On that Sunday morning the Marchioness
and her youngest daughter went there in the carriage, and in doing so,
had to pass the front doors. The previous Sunday had been cold, and
this was the first time that the Marchioness had seen Manor Cross since
her son had been there. "Oh, dear! if I could only go in and see the
dear child," she said.
"You know you can't, mamma," said Amelia.
"It is all Sarah's fault, because she would quarrel with him."
After Church the ladies returned in the carriage, and Lord George went
to the house according to his appointment. He was shown into a small
parlour, and in about half an hour's time luncheon was brought to him.
He then asked whether his brother was coming. The servant went away,
promising to enquire, but did not return. He was cross and would eat no
lunch,--but after awhile rang the bell, loudly, and again asked the
same question. The servant again went away and did not return. He had
just made up his mind to leave the house and never to return to it,
when the Courier, of whom he had heard, came to usher him into his
brother's room. "You seem to be in a deuce of a hurry, George," said
the Marquis, without getting out of his chair. "You forget that people
don't get up at the same hour all the world over."
"It's half-past two now."
"Very likely; but I don't know that there is any law to make a man
dress himself before that hour."
"The servant might have given me a message."
"Don't make a row now you are here, old fellow. When I found you were
in the house I got down as fast as I could. I suppose your time isn't
so very precious."
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