Ere that, however, or the lightening of her widow’s crape, a fresh link was welded from her life, which gave the sad earl a joy in his old age, and a despot to Veynes Court.
South used to run down, sometimes, on the summer evenings, to watch Lady Veynes, the earl and his grandson playing like three children in the dappled sunlight on the lawn.
Or, at least, if there were other reasons for his appearance, he was not on thinking terms with them.
Lady Veynes was. She thought, moreover, that his visits were far too few.
THE RIVALS
STRANGE when you passed me with him in the crowd,
That twixt us two the selfsame thought should be:
“So this was she!” your long glance spake aloud;
And I, to my own heart, “So this is she!”
Theodosia Garrison.