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"And then she was afraid?" "No, it was rather the other way round. It was me that was afraid. You see, I thought I should take all the blame off the old man by going off with her him being away and all, I didn't think as even the Jervaises could very well blame it on to him, overlooking what she pointed out, as once we'd gone they'd simply have to get rid of him, too, blame or no blame.

I looked at my watch and found that the time was a quarter past eight. I had been asleep for nearly three hours. I had no idea what time the Jervaises had breakfast, but I knew that it was high time I got back to the Hall and changed my clothes.

He took silk last year, and is safe for a place in the Cabinet sooner or later." "Our Frank," Anne whispered. I nodded and waited eagerly, although I had not, then, realised my own connection with the story. "Oh! yes, that other affair was four years ago nothing to do with the dear Jervaises, except for the unfortunate fact that they were entertaining him at the time.

Banks was on the verge of weeping. I looked up, almost furtively, when I heard the crash of footsteps on the gravel outside, and I found that the other three with the same instinctive movement of suspense were turning towards Mrs. Banks. She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief and nodded to Anne, a nod that said plainly enough, "It's them the Jervaises."

The members of those families were just a crowd of self-seeking creatures with no thought beyond their own petty interests. The Jervaises were snobs upset by the threat to their silly prestige. Brenda was a feather-headed madcap without a scrap of consideration for any one but herself.

As a matter of fact, all the Jervaises' suspicions came about as a result of our accidental meeting on the hill last night.

"What do you mean by that exactly?" Anne asked with a great seriousness. I think Jervaise was beginning to lose his nerve. He was balanced so dangerously between the anxiety to maintain the respectability of the Jervaises and his passion, or whatever it was, for Anne.

And it seemed to me now that her last strange expression as she left the room, that look of pity and regret, had all too surely indicated the certainty that she I faced it with a kind of bitter despair that she despised me. I was "well-off." I belonged to the Jervaises' class.

I like to feel that I've got that behind me rather than all the stodgy old ancestors the Jervaises have got. Wouldn't you?" "Rather," I agreed warmly. "If I didn't miss all the important points you'd think so," Anne replied with a little childish pucker of perplexity coming in her forehead. "But story-telling isn't a bit in my line. I wish it were.

"Interrupting the service," I put in with the usual inanity that is essential to the maintenance of this kind of conversation. "It's worse than that," Miss Tattersall explained gaily; "because Mr. Sturton waits for the Jervaises, to begin. When we're late we hold up the devotions of the whole parish." "Good Lord!" I commented; sincerely, this time; and with a thought of my socialist friend Banks.