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Dare had pulled up at the bottom of the drive to the rectory. "Very well," said Mr. Alwynn, absently, getting slowly out. He seemed much shaken. "I will be back perhaps to-night, perhaps to-morrow morning," called Dare after him. But Mr. Alwynn did not answer. Dare's business took him a shorter time than he expected, and the same night found him hurrying back by the last train to Slumberleigh.
No conversation was possible in the dog-cart, with the groom on the back seat thirsting to hear any particulars of the news which had spread like wildfire from Vandon throughout the whole village the previous afternoon, and which was already miraculously flying from house to house in Slumberleigh this morning, as things discreditable do fly among a Christian population, which perhaps "thinks no evil," but repeats it nevertheless.
But Dare, like many people whose feelings are all on the surface, and who are rather proud of displaying them, was slow to notice what was passing in the minds of others. He sprang to his feet, and began to pace rapidly up and down. "I will go after breakfast at once immediately after breakfast, to Slumberleigh Rectory."
Which are you going to, Charles?" "I am going where Molly goes. Which is it to be, Molly?" "Slumberleigh," said Molly, with decision, "because it's the shortest sermon, and I want to see the little foal in Brown's field." "Slumberleigh be it," said Charles.
The fly plodded past the Slumberleigh lodge, however, and as it reached the steps a shrill voice suddenly called to the driver to stop. As it came grinding to a stand-still, the glass was hastily put down, and a little woman with a very bold pair of black eyes, and a somewhat laced-in figure, got out and came towards them. "Well, Mr.
"You should see me at Slumberleigh," said Ruth, with a smile half sad, half humorous. "You should see me tying up Uncle John's flowers, or holding Aunt Fanny's wools. Nothing more entirely feminine and young lady-like can be imagined."
He was an admirable hockey-player, but he was not in request at the frequent Slumberleigh matches, for he never hit off fair, or minded being told so. "Auntie Hester is leaving all her fat," said Mary, suddenly, in a shrill voice, her portion of pear held in her left cheek as she spoke. She had no idea that she ought not to draw attention to the weakness of others.
I shall try to do what you both advise. But at the same time I am of age; and if my word is worth anything, you know I have given that already." Dare felt no call to go to London by the early train on the following morning, so he found himself at liberty to spend an hour at Slumberleigh Rectory on his way to the station, and by the advice of Mr.
Ruth had almost forgotten, until Molly suggested at luncheon a picnic for the following day, that she was returning to Slumberleigh on Monday morning; and when she made the fact known, Ralph had to be "hushed" several times by Evelyn for muttering opinions behind the sirloin respecting Mrs.
She looked forward to the dreary dissipation in store for her with positive gladness; and when the week had passed, and she was returning once more, she wished the stations would not fly so quickly past, that the train would not hurry itself so unnecessarily to bring her back to Slumberleigh.
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