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Page 42
"Well, I wanted her to run down and entertain me a little, now that she
can get away."
"It would be rather a sacrifice for her to leave town just at the
beginning of the season."
"That's it. She has such hosts of engagements--always going out
somewhere. She tells me she thinks nothing of five theatres in one week."
Miss Batchelor raised her eyebrows.
"She must be very much stronger than she was at Thorneytoft."
"She's never been so well in her life. Thorneytoft didn't agree with her
at all. She's been a different woman since they left it." (This to guard
against any suspicion of an attraction in the neighborhood.) "Nevill was
never well there either."
"I never thought it would suit Mr. Tyson."
"No; it wasn't the life for him at all. He's got too much go in him to
settle down anywhere in the country. Look how he's roamed about the
world." (Now was her opportunity.) "You know, Miss Batchelor, there's
a great deal of nonsense talked about this separation."
"There's a great deal of nonsense talked about most things in this
place."
"Well--but really, if you think of it, what is there to talk about? He's
just gone away in a huff, and--and he'll come back in another. You'll
see. He has a very peculiar temper, has Nevill; and Molly's too--too
suscept--too emotional. People can't always hit it off together."
"No--"
"No. And I think it's a very good plan to separate for a time. For a
time, of course. It's her own wish."
(Oh, Mrs. Wilcox! But strict accuracy is an abject virtue when pride and
the honor of a family are at stake.)
"That's all very well, my dear Mrs. Wilcox, but in the meanwhile people
will talk."
"_That_ won't break Molly's heart. She'd snap her fingers at them. And
the more they talk, the more she'll go her own way. That's Molly all
over. You can't turn her by talking, but she'd go through fire and
water for any one she loves."
Poor vulgar, silly Mrs. Wilcox! But try her on the subject of her
daughter, and she rang true.
Miss Batchelor smiled. She didn't know about going through fire; but Mrs.
Nevill had certainly been playing with the element, and got her fingers
badly scorched too.
"Well," said she, "of course, so long as Mrs. Nevill Tyson doesn't break
her heart over it."
"Does it look as if she were breaking her heart? Five theatres in one
week."
"No; I can't say I think it does."
"Shockingly dissipated, isn't she?"
"Well--rather more dissipated than we are in Drayton Parva. You must miss
her dreadfully, Mrs. Wilcox?"
"I don't mind that so long as she's happy. You see, it's not as if she
hadn't friends. I know she's well looked after."
Mrs. Wilcox felt that she was making a remarkably good case of it. And
she had not once mentioned Sir Peter.
All was well so long as you did not mention Sir Peter.
"I'm very glad to hear it."
"Of course _I_ want her to get away out of it all. I know that people are
making very strange remarks about her staying--"
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