Many of the people were themselves in grief for the loss of
their own relations; and when on Sunday the Miss Mohuns saw how many
were dressed in black, they thought with a pang how soon they
themselves might be mourning for one whose influence they had
crippled, and whose plans they had thwarted during the three short
years of his ministry.
During this time it was hard to say whether Lord Rotherwood was more
of a comfort or a torment. He was attached to his cousin with all
the ardour of his affectionate disposition, and not one day passed
without his appearing at Beechcroft. At first it was always in the
parlour at the parsonage that he took up his station, and waited till
he could find some means of getting at Claude or his uncle, to hear
the last report from them, and if possible to make Claude come out
for a walk or ride with him. And once Mr. Mohun caught him standing
just outside Mr. Devereux's door, waiting for an opportunity to make
an entrance. He could not, or would not see why Mr. Mohun should
allow Claude to run the risk of infection rather than himself, and
thus he kept his mother in continual anxiety, and even his uncle
could not feel by any means certain that he would not do something
imprudent.
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