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"Reckon we'd better go and knock up Blandford Keith and get a bed," suggested the Boy regretfully, looking round for the man who had a cinch up on Glory Hallelujah, and wouldn't tell you how to get there. "Reckon we'd better," agreed the Colonel. But they halted near Windy Jim, who was refreshing himself, and at the same time telling Dawson news, or Dawson lies, as the company evidently thought.
You'll go to She who must be obeyed and I hope to God I never meet her. . . . For I'll hate her, loathe her, detest her. I'm engaged to Mr. Baxter. I've exacted my full price to the uttermost farthing. Blandford is saved, or will be on the day I marry him.
And wishing to have a better view of the lines, I rode toward Blandford. Do you remember the ivy-draped ruins of the old "Blandford church," my dear reader? This is one of our Virginia antiquities, and is worth seeing. Around the ruins the large graveyard is full of elegant tombstones.
As the horse now travelled more easily with the wind behind him, Demorest, dismissing abruptly all other subjects, laid his hand with brusque familiarity on his companion's knee, and as if the hour for social and confidential greeting had only just then arrived, said: "Well, Neddy, old boy, how are you getting on?" "So, so," said Blandford, dubiously.
"Would you care to play the game again, grey girl?" "Why, yes," she said, "I think I would. . . . I think I would." During the days that followed his afternoon on the lake at Blandford Vane found himself thinking a good deal more of Joan than augured well for his peace of mind.
But Mr. Bland-ford was good-tempered, and was now easy and experienced, and there was a vague tradition that he was immensely rich, a rumour which Mr. Blandford always contradicted in a manner which skilfully confirmed its truth. 'Does Mirabel dine with you, Sharpe? enquired Lord Castlefyshe of his host, who nodded assent. 'You won't wait for him, I hope? said his lordship.
"He would be the first, then," said David. "He is not the least like Dr. Blandford not the least." "Maybe there's some chance then. Matilda, don't tell anybody of all this; it is between you and me." "No, David, of course I shall not. Are you going to bed?" "I am going up." "They won't be home yet for an hour." "I don't want to see them when they do come." "Nor have any supper?"
"My dear," she said, "I simply can't imagine life without Blandford. It's just part of me. . . ." "But when you marry you wouldn't live there yourself," he argued. She raised her eyebrows. "Pride of place belongs to women as much as to men," she answered simply. "Why, Derek, don't try to pretend that you don't understand that." She gave a little tired laugh. "Besides, it's Dad and Gordon. . . ."
But it was part of this monstrous and irreconcilable situation that Blandford had ceased to contemplate it, and in his preoccupation only saw the actual interference of a man whom he no longer hated, but had begun to pity and despise. He glanced coolly around him. "Whatever we've got to say to each other," he said deliberately, "had better not be overheard. At least what I have got to say to you."
Once a week there is an entire Dorchester and Blandford Coach from Dorchester on Mondays, and from London on Fridays. The stage begins Flying on Monday next, the 16th instant." "The old standing constant Froom Flying Waggon in Three days
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