Green; I cannot
tell you how much obliged to you I am." Then he turned back and she
went into the station and took two first-class tickets for Rufford.
At that moment Lord Rufford was turning himself comfortably in his
bed. How would he have sprung up, and how would he have fled, had
he known the evil that was coming upon him! This happened on a
Thursday, a day on which, as Arabella knew, the U.R.U. did not go
out;--the very Thursday on which John Morton was buried and the
will was read at Bragton.
She was fully determined to speak her mind to the man and to be
checked by no feminine squeamishness. She would speak her mind to
him if she could force her way into his presence. And in doing this
she would be debarred by no etiquette. It might be that she would
fail, that he would lack the courage to see her, and would run
away, even before all his servants, when he should hear who was
standing in his hall. But if he did so she would try again, even
though she should have to ride out into the hunting-field after
him. Face to face she would tell him that he was a liar and a
slanderer and no gentleman, though she should have to run round the
world to catch him. When she reached Rufford she went to the town
and ordered breakfast and a carriage. As soon as she had eaten the
meal she desired the driver in a clear voice to take her to Rufford
Hall.
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