The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
English fiction -- 19th century
"I fancied you left them early; I thought I saw you cross the garden,
as if coming from the plateau," she said, resolving to speak of the
matter which had so puzzled her.
"We did not leave the dining-room until eleven o'clock."
"Well--it was very strange. I was standing at this window, and
certainly saw some one exactly like you; the same figure, the same
face; but not in the same dress. He seemed to have on gaiters and a
velveteen coat, and a low broad-brimmed hat, very ugly. What should
you say it could have been?"
"I should say that you were dreaming."
"I was wide awake. It was just before that mist came on," she added.
"Ah, the fault must have lain in the mist. I have known it come as a
mirage occasionally, bringing deception and confusion."
Did he really mean it? It seemed so, for there was seriousness on his
face as he spoke. Quitting the room, he descended the stairs, and made
his way to the fields. In the four-acre mead--as it was called in
common parlance on the farm--he came upon Richard watching the
hay-makers. Richard wished him good morning; abroad early, it was the
first time he had seen his father that day.
"What was the failure, Dick?" asked the justice. "Fog," shortly
answered Richard. "Couldn't see the light."
Mr. Thornycroft nodded.
"Are we to have a repetition, sir, of yesterday's dinner table?"
resumed Richard. "If so, I think the sooner your wife is requested to
take up her residence somewhere else, the better."
"You will not have it again. Sinnett holds my orders, and my wife has
been made aware she does. There's no need for you to put yourself
out."
With the injunction, spoken rather testily, Mr. Thornycroft left him.
But a little later, when he met Isaac, he voluntarily entered on the
subject; hinting his vexation at the past, promising that it would
never again occur, almost as if he were tendering an apology for the
accident.
"I'm afraid I made a mistake, Ikey; I'm afraid I made a mistake; but I
meant it for the best."
It was ever thus. To his second son Mr. Thornycroft's behaviour was
somewhat different from what it was to his eldest. It could not be
said that he paid him more deference: but it was to Isaac he generally
spoke of business, when speaking was needed; if an opinion was
required, Isaac's was sought in preference to Richard's. It was just
as though Isaac had been the eldest son. That Richard had brought this
on himself, by his assumption of authority, was quite probable: and
the little preference seemed to spring from the justice involuntarily.
The evening supper took place, and the guests were consoled by the
ample table for the scantiness of the previous dinner. My lady was not
invited to join it; nothing appeared further from Mr. Thornycroft's
thoughts than to have ladies at table. She spent a solitary sort of
evening; Mary Anne was at Mrs. Wilkinson's, taking leave of Miss
Derode.
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