Melrose was left to fret and sigh much as before.
The place was odious; she could never endure it. But yet the possible
advent of "Countess Tatham" cast a faint ray on the future.
A few days later Lady Tatham appeared. Melrose had been particularly
perverse and uncommunicative on the subject. "Like her audacity!"--so
Netta had understood his muttered comment, when she took him the cards.
He admitted that the lady and he were cousins--the children of first
cousins; and that he had once seen a good deal of her. He called her "an
audacious woman"; but Mrs. Melrose noticed that he did not forbid her the
house; nay, rather that he listened with some attention to Thyrza's
report that the lady had promised to call again.
On the afternoon of the call, the skies were clear of rain, though not of
cloud. The great gashed mountain to the north which Dixon called
Saddleback, while a little Cumbria "guide," produced by Tyson, called it
Blencathra, showed sombrely in a gray light; and a November wind was busy
stripping what leaves still remained from the woods by the stream and in
the hollows of the mountain. Landscape and heavens were of an iron
bracingness and bareness; and the beauty in them was not for eyes like
Netta's. She had wandered out forlornly on the dank paths descending to
the stream. Edmund as usual was interminably busy fitting up one of the
lower rooms for some of his minor bric-a-brac--ironwork, small bronzes,
watches, and clocks.
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