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Lady Rose's Daughter, by Mrs. Humphry Ward

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Title: Lady Rose's Daughter
Author: Mrs. Humphry Ward
Release Date: October 18, 2004 [EBook #13782]
Language: English
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[Illustration: See page 122 "AS THOUGH SHE LISTENED STILL TO WORDS IN HER EARS"]
Lady Rose's Daughter
A Novel
BY MRS. HUMPHRY WARD Author of "Eleanor" "Robert Elsmere" etc. etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY HOWARD CHANDLER CHRISTY
1903

ILLUSTRATION "AS THOUGH SHE LISTENED STILL TO WORDS IN HER EARS" . . . . Frontispiece
"LADY HENRY LISTENED EAGERLY" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Facing p. 30
"'INDEED I WILL!' CRIED SIR WILFRID, AND THEY WALKED ON". . . . . . . 52
"LADY HENRY GASPED. SHE FELL BACK INTO HER CHAIR" . . . . . . . . . . 100
"HE ENTERED UPON A MERRY SCENE" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 242
"'FOR MY ROSE'S CHILD,' HE SAID, GENTLY". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 254
"HER HANDS CLASPED IN FRONT OF HER" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 356
"SHE FOUND HERSELF KNEELING BESIDE HIM" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 480

LADY ROSE'S DAUGHTER
I
"Hullo! No!--Yes!--upon my soul, it is Jacob! Why, Delafield, my dear fellow, how are you?"
So saying--on a February evening a good many years ago--an elderly gentleman in evening dress flung himself out of his cab, which had just stopped before a house in Bruton Street, and hastily went to meet a young man who was at the same moment stepping out of another hansom a little farther down the pavement.
The pleasure in the older man's voice rang clear, and the younger met him with an equal cordiality, expressed perhaps through a manner more leisurely and restrained.
"So you are home, Sir Wilfrid? You were announced, I saw. But I thought Paris would have detained you a bit."
"Paris? Not I! Half the people I ever knew there are dead, and the rest are uncivil. Well, and how are you getting on? Making your fortune, eh?"
And, slipping his arm inside the young man's, the speaker walked back with him, along a line of carriages, towards a house which showed a group of footmen at its open door. Jacob Delafield smiled.
"The business of a land agent seems to be to spend some one else's--as far as I've yet gone."
"Land agent! I thought you were at the bar?"
"I was, but the briefs didn't come in. My cousin offered me the care of his Essex estates. I like the country--always have. So I thought I'd better accept."
"What--the Duke? Lucky fellow! A regular income, and no anxieties. I expect you're pretty well paid?"
"Oh, I'm not badly paid," replied the young man, tranquilly. "Of course you're going to Lady Henry's?"
"Of course. Here we are."
The older man paused outside the line of servants waiting at the door, and spoke in a lower tone. "How is she? Failing at all?"
Jacob Delafield hesitated. "She's grown very blind--and perhaps rather more infirm, generally. But she is at home, as usual--every evening for a few people, and for a good many on Wednesdays."
"Is she still alone--or is there any relation who looks after her?"
"Relation? No. She detests them all."
"Except you?"
Delafield raised his shoulders, without an answering smile. "Yes, she is good enough to except me. You're one of her trustees, aren't you?"
"At present, the only one. But while I have been in Persia the lawyers have done all that was necessary. Lady Henry herself never writes a letter she can help. I really have heard next to nothing about her for more than a year. This morning I arrived from Paris--sent round to ask if she would be at home--and here I am."
"Ah!" said Delafield, looking down. "Well, there is a lady who has been with her, now, for more than two years--"
"Ah, yes, yes, I remember. Old Lady Seathwaite told me--last year. Mademoiselle Le Breton--isn't that her name? What--she reads to her, and writes letters for her--that kind of thing?"
"Yes--that kind of thing," said the other, after a moment's hesitation. "Wasn't that a spot of rain? Shall I charge these gentry?"
And he led the way through the line of footmen, which, however, was not of the usual Mayfair density.