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She told him, and that it was at Aldershot. A couple of years ago it happened to have been quartered at Brockenham. "I know several of the officers," Sir Francis remembered. "I could write to Colonel Greene about your brother. If it did him no good it couldn't do him any harm; and there is the chance that Greene would take an interest in him."
He sat, his face a little averted from her, looking down at the papers on his desk, and spoke in a tone as cold and non-committal as if he read what he had to say to her, written there. Deleah receiving his communication in uncomfortable silence, he went on: "For several reasons some of them business ones it has been arranged for my brother to leave Brockenham for a year. To travel!"
"You are extremely well known to me by sight," he went on, still exercising the visitor's hand. "I should say there are few people in Brockenham better known to me by sight." "I go past your place pretty often," Reggie admitted. "You'd see me four or five times a day if you were looking out." "Oh, I'm not always behind my own shop window," Mr. Boult said, not too well pleased.
He returned in time for dinner at Cashelthorpe, his brother's country-house a few miles out of Brockenham, which the younger man also made his home. The two dined alone, as was usual of late, the delicate health of Lady Forcus compelling her often to keep her room. "You remember what I told you about Day's affairs this morning?"
"Nowhere, in particular. To walk part of the way home with that poor little girl." "Stop here, will you? I want you." Sir Francis Forcus was not going to allow his brother to be seen in the streets of Brockenham with any member of Mr. William Day's family, that morning. Sour Misfortune Mrs.
His draper's business, which had been on a par with the businesses of half a dozen drapers when he had originally started in Brockenham, was now easily the first of its kind, not only in the town but in the county. It was natural that he should believe in trade natural that he should fix his faith to nothing else as a means of money-making. "There's nothing like business," he said to Mrs. Day.
The housewives of Brockenham made their own mincemeat because the article on the market was not palatable, the tyrant of the family declared. Every one of them would be glad to be saved trouble. Then, let Mrs. Day, for whom he had procured an excellent receipt, make it for them. The sale would be enormous. For the sale, as predicted, was great.
'That young lady'll look stunning on horseback, Steel said. A little cheeky of him, but he's privileged. I say, Deleah, what'll the old women of Brockenham say when they see you with me, a-cock-horse, riding side by side past their windows?" "They'll never see me doing it, Reggie. I'm not going to ride with you, my dear boy." "You wait!
Reginald appeared at the enormous pile of buildings, rising out of the slow-flowing river on which Brockenham stands, and where the famous Family Ale was composed.
"The fact is I want you to get away for a time, Reggie. This place is all very well if you've got a business or a profession to attend to, but simply to idle away your time here isn't healthy." "What's wrong with Brockenham?" Reggie asked, who had a great admiration for his native town. "Any one been gossiping about me again?" "No one has mentioned you to me.
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