The Bird has got wings - стр. 42
– You didn't, but I congratulate you on it," Jeremy said with a smile. – But who encouraged you to take this step? Your caring, perhaps even overprotective mother?
– She did, too. And Vivian," Anthony admitted, and grinned derisively, remembering how he had deceived himself about the love and passion he had felt for his cousin. But he did not wish to tell his friend of this shameful love: what would Jeremy think if he learnt that his best friend was in love with his present wife? – But more to the point, Viscount Willoughby. He had seen me not quite sober after the night at the Den, and his reaction, or rather warning, had greatly influenced my judgement.
– Old man Willoughby! The cunning fox! My father once told me that in his youth this ascetic had been involved in adventures and scandals more than once. But he's taken care of your reputation! Bravo! – Jeremy laughed loudly. – Well, who became the lady of your heart, you will not tell me, so I propose to continue the hunt!
– Jeremy, tell me…" Anthony began, but remembering that his cousin had asked him not to reveal to her husband what he had learnt about the bruises on her neck and wrists, he immediately found another question. – Are you aware of the fact that the high society of London is surprised that you and your wife have not appeared at balls and soirees for a long time?
– Really? – The man replied indifferently.
– Yes, Miss Salton informed me of it yesterday," the young Cranford confirmed his words. – Everyone's been asking what's happened to dear Mrs. Wington. Where has she gone? After all, Vivian is quite popular in the community.
– Hm, we just don't want to go to balls," Jeremy shrugged. – But now I understand that we must make a public appearance, so that ladies and gentlemen may be assured that Mrs. Wington is alive and well, and that her husband is blowing carefully the dust off her.
"So carefully that he leaves bruises on her skin," thought Anthony grudgingly, but remembering his cousin's words that it was the result of her and her husband's bed-play, he decided that the Wingtons were free to do as they pleased in their bedroom.
Putting out their cigars, the hunters gave the remainder of their lunch to the dogs, put on their wet hats and cloaks, walked out of the shelter into the rain, and mounted their horses, which in a moment were tapping their hoofs on the muddy, viscous dark ground. The hunting dogs Aurelius and Mark kept pace and howled with joy as they enjoyed the fast run.
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Despite the rain, the mistress of Wington Hall was full of life: dear Charlotte made her glow with joy. How long had it been since the friends had spent time together! Yesterday's meeting, which had lasted little more than an hour, did not count, for today they could spend a long day together, just the two of them, without Anthony, without Jeremy.
Vivian was again wearing a long-sleeved dress, and her neck was still adorned with a silk scarf.
– What an interesting style you have chosen for yourself! – Miss Salton admired. – I didn't know that such beautiful light scarves were in fashion in London! I think it is time I had one.
– I don't know whether it is fashionable to wear such a scarf, but I like it," said Vivian, with a smile on her face and bitterness in her heart. – But tell me, my dear, have your parents still not sent you a single letter?