I long to see whether there is any likeness to her poor father.
Where is she? Let me see her immediately.'
'She is one hundred and sixty miles off, sir, at Buxton.'
'Well, my lord, and what is a hundred and sixty miles? I suppose you
think I can't stir from my chair, but you are mistaken. I think
nothing of a journey of a hundred and sixty miles--I'm ready to set off
to-morrow--this instant.'
Lord Colambre said, that he was sure Miss Reynolds would obey her
grandfather's slightest summons, as it was her duty to do, and would be
with him as soon as possible, if this would be more agreeable to him. 'I
will write to her instantly,' said his lordship, 'if you will commission
me.'
'No, my lord, I do not commission--I will go--I think nothing, I say, of
a journey of a hundred and sixty miles--I'll go--and set out to-morrow
morning.'
Lord Colambre and the count, perfectly satisfied with the result of
their visit, now thought it best to leave old Reynolds at liberty to
rest himself, after so many strong and varied feelings. They paid their
parting compliments, settled the time for the next day's journey, and
were just going to quit the room when Lord Colambre heard in the passage
a well-known voice the voice of Mrs.
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