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But there was no gainsaying Deborah Pennycuick when she had expressed her views. "You have to get ready," she pointed out, "and you'll do it quicker if I'm not here. Besides, I can't wait." They all went out with her to the gate, where her superb, high-tempered horse pawed the gravel, and champed upon his bit.

Captain Carey, while leaving it to be understood that he held himself engaged to Mary Pennycuick until further orders, realised the welcome fact that in the meantime he was honourably free; and he excused himself from staying to dinner. But scarcely had he driven off in his hired buggy than that of Mr Goldsworthy clattered into the stableyard.

But he never alluded to the fact, save in this silent way. Then there was the Reverend Bennet Goldsworthy, "Church of England minister", as his style and title ran. Privately, Mr Pennycuick did not like him; but for the sake of the priestly office, and as being a parishioner, he gave him the freedom of the house, and much besides. The parson's buggy never went empty away.

"You forget, off and on," said Mr Pennycuick, as he wrapped up his treasure with shaking hands and excessive care "perhaps for years at a time, while you are at work and full of affairs; but it comes back especially when you are old and lonely, and you think how different your life might have been. You don't know anything about these things yet. Perhaps, when you are an old man like me, you will."

And Deborah Pennycuick, who would have made such a magnificent lady of Wellwood who was, in fact, asked to take the post before it was offered to the cousin she came to spend Christmas under his roof while still a spinster, on the tacit understanding that neither was a subject for "nonsense" any more. Deb and Mrs Carey were close friends. Deb was the godmother of the heir.

"This was done for me, when we were both young, by her your aunt," said Mr Pennycuick, gloating upon his treasure over Guthrie's shoulder. "Not my aunt," explained Guthrie. "I don't know what relation, but a long way farther off than that. I am only a very small Carey, you know, sir." Mr Pennycuick testily intimated, as before, that to be a Carey at all was enough for him.

Pointing his hand towards the gateway, Willshire boldly rode down to show the infantry that an entrance was ready for them. Rising at once from their cover, with a loud hurrah they rushed on. Pennycuick and his men were the first to enter. The other companies eagerly followed, till the whole of the storming column were within the walls of Khelat.

But in the opinion of all, Redford had celebrated Christmas in an unsurpassably proper manner. Two mornings later, a waggonette was packed with luggage and four passengers Mary Pennycuick, Guthrie Carey, the baby and the baby's little nurse. They proceeded in a body to the overseer's house, where the load was halved. "Have an easy mind," said Mary, outside the parlour door.

The bills were left for her to settle of course made out in her name. Mr Ewing pressed for permission to pay them, and the cost of the wedding, and Miss Pennycuick could hardly forgive him the deadly insult. He also desired that she should occupy her villa rent-free, and she gave him notice on the spot. "I shall not continue to keep house when I am alone," said she grandly.

She studied the patient's face intently for some time, and felt his feet; then she took the fan from Deborah's hand. "You go and lie down, Miss Pennycuick. Mrs Dobson will come and sit with me for a while." "No, no," said Deb. "He wants me to be here. I cannot leave him." After a few more minutes of silence, the nurse said again: "You had better go, Miss Pennycuick."