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Cecil's errand was a council
about the bazaar; and driving round by Sirenwood, Lady Tyrrell
became her companion in the carriage. The quick eyes soon perceived
that something had taken place, and confidence was soon drawn forth.
"The ice is broken; and by whom do you think?"
"By la belle mere? Skilful strategy to know when the position is
not tenable."
"She wants to retreat to Church-house."
"Don't consent to that."
"I said I should prefer Swanslea for ourselves."
"Hold to that, whatever you do. If she moves to the village you
will have all the odium and none of the advantages. There will be
the same daily haunt; and as to your freedom of action, there are no
spies like the abdicated and their dependents. A very clever plan,
but don't be led away by it."
"No," said Cecil, resolutely; but after a moment: "It would be
inconvenient to Raymond to live so far away from the property."
"Swanslea will be property too, and a ride over on business is not
like strolling in constantly."
"I know I shall never feel like my own mistress in a house of hers.


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