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"That isn't strange. I've had English ideas impressed on me pretty forcibly during the last few months. But you made a statement that surprised me. Does Colston trust me?" "He wants to." "That implies a doubt. And your sister; is she on my side?" "She's reserving her opinion." "You can't say that the Jernynghams are convinced of my innocence." "No," said Muriel.
"I scarcely think you have any right to say that; but I'll confess that I'm wavering in my opinions Prescott's return has had its effect on me. In fact, the mystery's getting deeper and more fascinating; I feel impelled to wait and see it unraveled." "That is hardly the way to regard it," his wife rebuked him. "I would rather remember that the Jernynghams have a strong claim on our sympathy."
Leslie, an elderly, brown-faced man, sat near Prescott; the Jernynghams, who had driven over to welcome his friends, were inside, talking to Mrs. Leslie. "Guess you don't know much about the English people we're expecting?" Leslie asked. "No," said Prescott; "only that they're friends of the Jernynghams. I don't think I've even heard their names yet." "Mrs.
Finally, when the overtaking binders had stopped near-by, he took out a small shaft and held it up so that the harvesters could see it. "Journal's bent; I'll have to go get a new piece," he said. "Go ahead with your teams." After that he unhitched his horses and was leading them past the place where the Jernynghams sat, when Gertrude spoke to him.
The announcement filled Prescott with dismay. The presence of the Jernynghams might involve him in further complications. "I'm sorry, but we live very simply," he said hastily. "My place is only half furnished; we have no time to make it comfortable and I'm sure you'd find our cooking barbarous. I'm afraid Miss Jernyngham couldn't put up with the accommodation we could offer her."
She wore a thin, black dress made after the latest London mode, which showed to advantage the graceful lines of her tall figure; the Jernynghams, who seldom departed from an established custom, changed their attire every evening. Gertrude had on no hat, and the fading light shone into her face. It was finely cut but cold, the features unusually good.
He meant to stay here, refusing to benefit by the change in his affairs, out of consideration for his relatives." "And you approve his passing off this western farmer for a Jernyngham?" Mrs. Colston asked. "Oh, that!" Muriel's laugh was scornful. "You were satisfied with the man until you knew his name was Prescott. How was it that you didn't miss the inherent superiority of the Jernynghams?
It's a truth you in the old country ought to impress on the men you're sending out to us." She liked his easy phraseology; which she supposed was western, and there was nothing harsh in his intonation. It was that of a well-educated man, and the Jernynghams were exacting in such matters. "I think there must be something in the air which makes toil less arduous," she said.
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