With all her lightness of
spirit she was prone to memories, prone to melancholy, prone at
times almost to seek the gratification of sorrow. Year after year
when the London season was over she would come down to Grex and
spend a week or two amidst its desolation. She was now going to a
seat in Scotland belonging to Mrs Montacute Jones called
Killancodlem; but she was now passing a desolate fortnight in
company with Miss Cassewary. The gardens were let,--and being let
of course were not kept in further order than as profit might
require. The man who rented it lived in the big house with his
wife, and they on occasions as this would cook and wait upon Lady
Mabel.
Lady Mabel was at the home of her ancestors, and the faithful Miss
Cass was with her. But at the moment and at the spot at which the
reader shall see her, Miss Cass was not with her. She was sitting
on a rock about twelve feet above the lake looking upon the black
water; and on another rock a few feet from her sat Frank Tregear.
'No,' she said, 'you should not have come. Nothing can justify it.
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