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After half an hour or so Marnham rose to help himself to brandy and water, a great deal of brandy and very little water, while I took a nip of Hollands, and Anscombe and Rodd filled their pipes. "I think this is getting rather slow," said Rodd to Anscombe. "I vote we put a bit more on."
"Don't be insulting; you may carry the thing too far one day, and whatever I have done I have paid for. But you've not paid yet." "The man is very ill. You are a skilled doctor. If you're afraid of him, why don't you kill him?" asked Marnham with bitter scorn. "There you have me," replied Rodd. "Men may shed much, but most of them never shed their professional honour.
As they all reached the corner, Quentin asked: "Are you in London for long, Dorothy?" Lady Frances thought his tone a trifle eager. "For ten days or so. Will you come to see me?" Their eyes met and he felt certain that the invitation was sincerely given. "Lady Marnham is having some people in to-morrow afternoon. Perhaps you'll come then," she added, and Phil looked crestfallen.
Old Marnham is dead, and doubtless cremated; Rodd is dead and, let us hope, in heaven; the Basutos have melted away, the morning is fine and warm and a whole kid is cooking for breakfast." "I wish there were two, for I am ravenous," I remarked.
"It isn't probable that you will, for even if you should ever meet this Marnham again, I fancy you would find he held his tongue about his acquaintance with your father." "I wonder what Miss Heda is like," went on Anscombe after a pause. "I am curious to see a girl who designs a house on the model of an ancient ruin." "Well, you won't, for she's away somewhere.
Then we went through the gate, Anscombe leaning on my shoulder and on that of Mr. Marnham, and up the path which was bordered with fences of the monthly rose, towards the house. Really this was almost as charming to look at near at hand as it had been from far away. Of course the whole thing was crude in detail.
"Not more than I expect many things," he replied with a shrewd glance at me, adding, "I always rise with the sun, and thinking that I heard a shot fired in the distance, came to see what was happening. The Basutos attacked you at daybreak, did they not?" "They did, but how did you know that, Mr. Marnham?" "Your servants told me. I met them running to the house looking very frightened.
Is she here this morning?" asked Phil, secretly amused by the anxious look in the Italian's eyes. "She will be with Lady Marnham, Ah, I see them now." The young prince was looking eagerly ahead. Quentin saw Miss Garrison and gasped with astonishment. Could that stunning young woman be the little Dorothy of New York days?
"Your friend won't be able to trek for a good many days at the best," broke in the doctor, who had been listening unconcernedly, "but of course you could get away on the horse after it has rested." "You told me you left a span of oxen at Pretoria," said Marnham. "Why not go and fetch them here, or if you don't like to leave Mr. Anscombe, send your driver and the boys." "Thanks for the idea.
"Then why did you write to tell me that I ought to come as he was not at all well?" she inquired, with a lifting of her delicate eyebrows. The question was never answered, for at that moment Marnham himself appeared. "Oh! father," she said, and rushed into his arms, while he kissed her tenderly on both cheeks.
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