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That afternoon the friends drove over to Valencia, where at night Marty would preach again this his one sermon of the week; and J.W. left him there, turning his car homeward for the fifty-two miles to Delafield. As they parted, J.W. gripped Marty's hand and said: "Old man, I own up. I thought you ought not to bury yourself in the country, but I had no need to worry.
"Etta was very much against going at first, but I persuaded her to do so. It would be a mistake not to go now." Looking at him gravely, Steinmetz muttered, "I advise you not to go." Paul shrugged his shoulders. "I am sorry," he said. "It is too late now. Besides, I have invited Miss Delafield, and she has practically accepted." "Does that matter?" asked Steinmetz quietly. "Yes.
"I would have begged off from this duty, if I could," he began, "but I knew from the moment I was asked that I had no decent excuse. But I knew so little of what I ought to say that it was necessary for me to dig, just as I used to do at school." The result of my digging is that I know now and I want you to know that I know, why First Church young people should join in welcoming you to Delafield.
Seymour Delafield glanced his eye impatiently around the apartment, as soon as he had paid the customary compliments to the mistress of the mansion and her bevy of fair daughters; but a look of disappointment betrayed the search to be an unsuccessful one. Both the look and the result were noticed by Maria; and, turning a glance of rather saucy meaning on the gentleman, she said
Delafield looked up and recognized the captain of the boat, the same man who, thirty-six hours before, had shown special civilities to the Duke of Chudleigh and his party. "Ah, you are Captain Whittaker," he said. The shrewd, stout man who had accosted him raised his eyebrows in astonishment. Delafield drew him aside a moment.
Lady Blanche turned and looked at the tall, distinguished pair, her ugly lower lip hardening ungraciously. But she and Delafield had a slight previous acquaintance, and she noticed instantly the charming and solicitous kindness with which he greeted her daughter. "Julie tells me Miss Moffatt is still far from strong," he said, returning to the mother. Lady Blanche only sighed for answer.
How Deep Creek was going to have a new minister, a friend whom Marty had met at the summer school for rural ministers, who would try to help the Deep Creek people get an up-to-date church building and learn to use it. How the Everyday Doctrines of Delafield had been first boosted and then forgotten, and now again several of them were being practiced in some quarters.
No such acts as these could have been done by any mere self-indulgent pretender. Delafield reserved his judgment. He set himself to watch. In his inmost heart there was a strange assumption of the right to watch, and, if need be, to act. Julie's instinct had told her truly. Delafield, the individualist, the fanatic for freedom he, also, had his instinct of tyranny.
The chain stores had come to Delafield not the "5 and 10" only, but stores which specialized in groceries, tobacco, shoes, dry goods, drugs, and other commodities. Alongside of them were the locally owned stores. Altogether, Main Street had far too many stores to afford good service or reasonable prices.
It had been at all times possible to rouse Jacob Delafield as child, as school-boy, as undergraduate from an habitual carelessness and idleness by an act or a tale of injustice or oppression. Had the Duchess pressed him into her service, and was he merely taking sides for the weaker out of a natural bent towards that way of looking at things? Or
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