Arabella had probably been unaware that she and her
companion by a turn in the walks were being brought back towards
the iron gate. As it was they met the Duchess face to face.
Lord Rufford had spoken the truth when he had said that he was a
little afraid of the Duchess. Such was his fear that at the moment
he hardly knew what he was to say. Arabella had boasted when she
had declared that she was not at all afraid of her aunt;--but she
was steadfastly minded that she would not be cowed by her fears.
She had known beforehand that she would have occasion for much
presence of mind, and was prepared to exercise it at a moment's
notice. She was the first to speak. "Is that you, aunt? you are out
of church very soon."
"Lord Rufford," said the Duchess, "I don't think this is a proper
time for walking out."
"Don't you, Duchess? The air is very nice."
"It is becoming dark and my niece had better return to the house
with me. Arabella, you can come this way. It is just as short as
the other. If you go on straight, Lord Rufford, it will take you to
the house." Of course Lord Rufford went on straight and of course
Arabella had to turn with her aunt. "Such conduct as this is
shocking," began the Duchess.
"Aunt, let me tell you."
"What can you tell me?"
"I can tell you a great deal if you will let me.
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