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He'll have seen my name at that meeting, in the Latchford paper." "No, no. I shall miss my train. Let's walk round. Why, you'd think it was on fire already!" said Blaydes, with a start, gazing at the house.
Not one. But it's only the Latchford one that matters. Have you been talking to her?" He looked at her a little plaintively, as though he could have reminded her that she had promised him a friend's assistance. "Of course! But I might as well talk to this table. She won't really make friends nor will Miss Marvell allow her. It's the same, I find, with everyone else.
Winnington! I said nothing." "No. But you let me draw an inference a mistaken inference. However let that be. Can I not persuade you now to give up the Latchford meeting, and any others of the same kind you may have ahead?" She flamed at him. "I refuse to give them up!" she said, setting her teeth. "I have as much right to my views as you, Mr. Winnington!
He had spent the whole day in County Council business at Wanchester, was tired out, and had now been obliged to leave home again without waiting even for a belated cup of tea. But there was no help for it. He had only just time to catch the Latchford train. As he almost ran to the station he was not conscious however of any of these small discomforts; his mind was full of Delia.
An ugly strike in the Latchford brickfields against nonunion labour was giving the magistrates of the country a good deal of anxiety. Some bad outrages had already occurred, and Winnington was endeavouring to get a Board of Trade arbitration, all of which meant his being a good deal away from home. Meanwhile Delia was making a new friend.
Latchford was but fifteen miles from Maumsey, and frequent trains ran between them. Brownmouth and Frimpton, also, were within easy distance by rail, and the Maumseyites were accustomed to shop at either.
They've telephoned to Latchford for the engines, and to Brownmouth and Wanchester too. They say it's burning like tow there must be petrol in it, or summat. It's the women they say! spite of Mr. Daunt and the perlice!" Then he noticed Delia standing beside Winnington on the steps, and held his tongue, scowling. Winnington's car was still standing at the steps. He set it going in a moment.
Cresson of whose queer half-imbecile ways they were all terrified. Their father had gone off in a great hurry because of the telegram which had come. And Fred had bicycled down to Latchford to see somebody about a gardener's place. And now there was no one left but Liza and Mrs. Cresson of whom, for different reasons, the three little girls were equally afraid.
One evening, just before the first of the "Daughters'" meetings, which was to be held at Latchford, Winnington appeared in Lady Tonbridge's drawing-room to ask for a cup of tea on his way to a public dinner in Wanchester. He seemed pre-occupied and worried; and she fed him before questioning him. But at last she said "You couldn't prevail on her to give up any of these performances?" "Miss Delia?
"All right," said Lathrop, taking out a note-book from his breast pocket, and looking at certain entries he had made on the occasion of his visit to Maumsey. "I remember worth a couple of thousand at least. When shall I have them?" "I will send them registered to-morrow from Latchford." " Tres bien! I will do my best. You know Mr. Winnington has offered me a commission?" His eyes laughed.
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