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"The invitation came at exactly the right time," said the old gentleman. "Herbert was ready to go anywhere or do anything. The poor boy was in the depths and when his mother and I urged him to accept he did so. We are hoping that when he returns he will have forgotten, or, if not that, at least be more reconciled." Heathcroft came and went at various times during the summer.
My "tip" had been a good one after all and A. Carleton Heathcroft, Esquire, was richer by some seven hundred dollars, even after the expenses of treating the "smoke-room" and feeing the smoke-room steward had been deducted. I did not visit the smoke-room to share in the treat. I feared I might be expected to furnish more professional information.
And I'm glad for our waiter's sake that he's gone somewhere else. The poor thing bowed so low when he came in and was so terribly humble every time Mr. Heathcroft spoke to him. I should hate to feel I must say 'Thank you' when I was told that the food was 'rotten bad. I never thought 'rotten' was a nice word, but all these English folks say it.
Frances, I am sure, read my thoughts, for the corners of her mouth twitched and she looked away over the course. "Won't you ask Mr. Heathcroft to join our game Uncle?" she said. She had dropped the hated "Hosea," I am happy to say, but in the presence of those outside the family she still addressed me as "Uncle." Of course she could not do otherwise without arousing comment, but I did not like it.
At eleven o'clock that forenoon I walked up the marble steps of the Manor House and rang the bell. The butler, an exalted personage in livery, answered my ring. Mr. Heathcroft? No, sir. Mr. Heathcroft had left for London by the morning train. Her ladyship was in her boudoir. She did not see anyone in the morning, sir.
Like to have you, too, Bayliss, of course." Bayliss's thanks were not effusive. Frances, however, declared that she should love to see the greenhouses. For my part, common politeness demanded my asking Mr. Heathcroft to call at the rectory. He accepted the invitation at once and heartily. He called the very next day and joined us at tea.
"I appreciate your feelings, but I cannot tell you now." "Why not?" "Because Well, because I don't think it would be fair to her. She would not wish me to tell you." "She would not wish it? Was it because of me she left?" "No; not in the least." "Was it was it because of someone else? By Jove! it wasn't because of that Heathcroft cad? Don't tell me that! My God! she she didn't " I interrupted.
Everything was understood, was it? Then what did he mean by his attentions to Frances, attentions which half of Mayberry was probably discussing at the moment? The more I considered his conduct the angrier I became. It was the worst time possible for a meeting with A. Carleton Heathcroft, and yet meet him I did at the loneliest and most secluded spot in the hedged lane leading to the lodge gate.
Don't think Miss Morley and I have met, though. Great pleasure, really. Are you a resident of Mayberry, Miss Morley?" Frances said that she was a temporary resident. "Ah! visiting here, I suppose?" "Yes. Yes, I am visiting. I am living at the rectory, also." "Miss Morley is Mr. Knowles's niece," explained Bayliss. Heathcroft seemed surprised. "Indeed!" he drawled.
Thirteen pounds were bid. Evidently others shared my opinion concerning the value of the "high field." Heathcroft promptly raised it to fourteen. I ventured another protest. So far as effect was concerned I might as well have been talking to one of the smoke-stacks. The bidding was lively and lengthy. At last the "high field" went to Mr.
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