Lady Tyrrell took her up to resume her hat; and on the way, moved by
distaste to her double surname, and drawn on by a fresh access of
intimacy, she begged to be called Cecil--a privilege of which she
had been chary even in her maiden days; but the caressing manner had
won her heart, and spirit of opposition to the discouragement at
home did the rest.
The request was reciprocated with that pensive look which was so
touching. "I used to be Camilla to all the neighbourhood, and here
I find myself--miles'--no, leagues further off--banished to
Siberia."
"How unjust and unkind!" cried Cecil.
"My dear, you have yet to learn the gentle uncharitableness of
prejudice. It is the prevailing notion that my married life was a
career of dissipation. Ah! if they only knew!"
"The drag is round," said Mrs. Duncombe's voice at the door, in all
its decisive abruptness, making both start.
"Just ready," called Lady Tyrrell; adding, in a lower tone, "Ah! she
is startling, but she is genuine! And one must take new friends
when the old are chilly. She is the only one--"
Cecil's kiss was more hearty than any she had given at Compton, and
she descended; but just as she came to the door, and was only
delaying while Frank and Captain Duncombe were discussing the merits
of the four horses, the Compton carriage appeared in the approach,
and Raymond's head within.
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