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"I don't know," replied Burton, who was an engineer. "He was rather an unsavoury sort of character in some ways, but I heard that he came to a sticky end." "What do you mean?" I asked with curiosity, for I myself had often wondered what had become of Adderley. "Well, he was reported to his C. O., or something, wasn't he, just before the time for his demobilization?
An' if the real fire worn't in Passon's eyes when he talked o' the lady-love, than I'm an old idgit wot never felt my heart go dunt again my side in courtin' time!" Walden meanwhile went on his round of visits, and presently, the circle of his poorer parishioners being completed,-he decided to call on Julian Adderley at his 'cottage in the wood' and tell him also of his intended absence.
Her eyes met his with pure and candid earnestness. "That is kind of you," she said "And I am glad! Good-bye!" "Good-bye!" And so he left her presence. When he started to walk home across the fields, Adderley proffered his companionship, which could not in civility be refused. They left the Manor grounds together by the little wicket-gate, and took the customary short-cut to the village.
The Reverend Putwood Leveson, vengefully brooding over the wrongs which he considered he had sustained at the hands of Walden, as well as Julian Adderley, rode to and fro on his bicycle from morn till dewy eye, perspiring profusely, and shedding poisonous slanders almost as freely as he exuded melted tallow from his mountainous flesh, aware that by so doing he was not only ingratiating himself with the Pippitts, but also with Lord Roxmouth, through whose influence he presently hoped to 'get a thing or two. Mordaunt Appleby, the Riversford brewer, and his insignificant spouse, irritated at never having had the chance to 'receive' Lord Roxmouth, were readily pressed into the same service and did their part of scandal-mongering with right good-will and malignant satisfaction.
"Too lovely to find expression even in poetry," said Cicely, complacently. "No no! not that! Not that!" And Adderley gave a kind of serpentine writhe on the grass as he raised himself to a half-sitting posture "Gentle Goblin, do not mistake me! When I say that Miss Vancourt is unwritable, I would fain point out that she is above and beyond the reach of my Muse. I cannot 'experience' her!
I was walking with Johnny Dacre up Adderley Street, dun with kahki, when he met his brother Reginald, who was promptly introduced to Johnny's second in command. Reggie was off to hospital to see one of his men who had been badly hurt. "It's the chap," he said to his brother, "who was with Boyce through that shady affair at Vilboek's Farm."
"Nothing much," I replied, "beyond trying to settle down in a reformed world." "Reformed world!" echoed Adderley. "More like a ruined world it has seemed to me." He laughed loudly. That he had already explored several bottles was palpable. We were silent for a while, mentally weighing one another up, as it were. Then: "Are you living in town?" asked Adderley.
"Even as a Babe in the Wood!" responded Adderley, "Yes! it is so!" and he began to pick off delicately the various burs and scraps of forest debris which had collected and clung to his tweed suit during his open-air siesta "To speak truly, I am a trespasser in these domains, they are the Manor woods, I know, forbidden precincts, and possibly guarded by spring-guns.
He took no note of the country about him, as they passed from veldt to karroo, from karroo to the coast plateau, and from the coast plateau down across the Cape Flats, sparsely covered with pipe grass and acacias. Kruger Bobs eyed him anxiously. "Boss sick," he announced for the dozenth time, as the train drew in at the Adderley Street station. "Boss berry sick mans. Boss go hotel soon."
Walden murmured something inarticulate, but Adderley waved him into silence, and continued: Woodland sprites of ferns and trees, Ariels of the wandering breeze, Kelpies from the hidden caves Coral-bordered 'neath the waves, Sylphs, that in the rose's heart, Laugh when leaves are blown apart, All the Faun and Dryad crew From their mystic forests flew To the wooing of Maryllia!
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