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Do you go to Lady Featherstone's to-night?" Raymond appeared at his clubs and elsewhere with a face so impenetrably cheerful and complacent that his bitterest friend dared not venture on a condolence. When I had heard all this, I questioned Guy about his own affairs. He was not very communicative, though he seemed perfectly happy and hopeful as to the future.
Especially when he is suddenly brought into evidence to frustrate other people's expectations the very lowest aspect in which a social superfluity can present himself. But Mr. Rigg Featherstone's low characteristics were all of the sober, water-drinking kind.
She was pretty, and had a certain air of refinement, but it was a dainty prettiness that somehow harmonized with the exotic luxury of the room. This was a different thing from Alice Featherstone's rather stately beauty, which found an appropriate background in the dignified austerity of the Garth. "Are you enjoying your stay here?" she resumed. "I begin to think I've had enough.
A slight quickening of his steps, and a turn into the bye-road, soon brought him up with the solitary walker. "Good even, Jenny!" "Good even, Tom!" For some seconds they walked abreast without any further speech. Then Tom said "I've just been up to parson's." "Oh, have you?" replied Jenny, a little nervously. "Their Dorcas saith she's heard as Featherstone's back."
You signed the visitor's book John Foster, which doesn't quite correspond with the letters on your bag." "Ah!" said Foster, "I begin to understand. No doubt, you noticed Lawrence Featherstone's name on the lock, and the Canadian Pacific label?" "I did," the other admitted with humorous dryness. Foster pondered.
He knelt on the brink of the hole and leaned over to see the discovery. A quick, strong push from Geoffrey sent him headlong into Featherstone's arms, and before he knew what had happened the Duke had gagged him with his own woollen gloves and handkerchief, and Sydney had tied his hands and feet.
He had some influence at the Crossing where, however, he was more feared than liked, since he lent money and bought up mortgages. On three or four occasions he had been a business rival of Foster and Featherstone's, and the former thought he might not have forgiven them for beating him. "It's possible," he said thoughtfully. "But you don't imagine Daly told him what he knows about you?"
"Whose opinion was it that you should supply the exact material you had promised?" Featherstone asked. "Well," said Foster, "Lawrence said so first, but I think we both meant to let them have the best." Featherstone's glance at his wife indicated relief, but something in Alice's face showed that she had known what Foster's reply would be.
If Daly knew how little Lawrence could really tell, it would be hard to deal with him. "Something depends on the importance of Featherstone's evidence." "Your accomplice thought it important, since he tried to throw him down the elevator shaft," Foster rejoined. "Anyhow, Featherstone saw the man who killed Fred Hulton." Daly's smile rather disturbed him.
Featherstone's heir; that old gentleman's pride in him, and apparent fondness for him, serving in the stead of more exemplary conduct just as when a youthful nobleman steals jewellery we call the act kleptomania, speak of it with a philosophical smile, and never think of his being sent to the house of correction as if he were a ragged boy who had stolen turnips.