To have
her meals, and her daily walk, and her fill of novels, and to be left
alone, was all that she asked of the gods. But it was not so with Lady
Eustace, She asked much more than that, and was now thoroughly
discontented with her own idleness. She was sure that she could have read
Spenser from sunrise to sundown, with no other break than an hour or two
given to Shelley, if only there had been some one to sympathise with her
in her readings. But there was no one, and she was very cross. Then there
came a letter to her from her cousin, which for that morning brought some
life back to the castle. "I have seen Lord Fawn," said the letter, "and I
have also seen Mr. Camperdown. As it would be very hard to explain what
took place at these interviews by letter, and as I shall be at Portray
Castle on the 20th, I will not make the attempt. We shall go down by the
night train, and I will get over to you as soon as I have dressed and had
my breakfast. I suppose I can find some kind of a pony for the journey.
The 'we' consists of myself and my friend Mr. Herriot, a man whom I think
you will like, if you will condescend to see him, though he is a barrister
like myself.
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