Most of her friends do. Rachel, of
course, goes through life assuming that none of the disagreeable things
that happen to other people will ever happen to her. But if they ever
did happen--"
"The very stones would cry out? But hasn't she lost all influence with
the youth?"
"She won't believe it. She's always scheming for him. And when he's not
here she feels so affectionate and so good! And directly he comes--"
"I see! A tragedy--and a common one! Well, in half an hour I shall be
ready for his lordship. Will you arrange it? I must write a letter
first."
Miss Field nodded and departed. Meadows honestly meant to follow her
into the house and write some pressing business letters. But the
sunshine was so delightful, the sight of the empty bench and the
abandoned novel on the other side of the lawn so beguiling, that after
all he turned his lazy steps thither-ward, half ashamed, half amused to
think how well Lady Dunstable had read his character.
The guests had all disappeared. Meadows had the garden to himself, and
all its summer prospect of moor and stream.
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