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That he was a stranger and that he was young not much older than herself, very probably were facts that did not enter her mind with any deterrent force. But as Stretton lifted his hat and turned to leave her, she noticed how white and wan he looked. "Mr. Stretton," she said, imperiously, "please to sit down. You are not to attempt that long, hot walk again just now.
Heron, more impressed by Stretton's tone of cold independence than he would have been by sheaves of testimonials to his abilities; "not so fast, my good fellow. Now, will you do me a favour? Let me think the matter over for half-an-hour, and come to you again. Then we will decide the matter, one way or the other." "I should prefer to consider the matter decided now," said Stretton.
Brian Luttrell and the tutor, Stretton, who fell in love with you, were one and the same person. That's all." And then he walked straight out of the room, and left her to her own reflections. Percival felt a decided dread of his next meeting with Elizabeth. He could not guess what would be the effect of his information upon her mind, nor what would be her opinion of his conduct.
Then he was occasionally irritable, and although he would never admit that he felt tired, Carrissima had her own opinion. On the Saturday after his return from Church Stretton, however, he stayed at home, and as he sat smoking after an excellent luncheon, Carrissima came in wearing her hat and jacket. "I'm going to see Phoebe," she explained, in the act of fastening her gloves.
"Meantime, let your lordship consider what dispositions you are to make for this wretched girl who is the cause of all this garboil." And she swept out, slamming the door violently after her. Mr. Caryll stayed to dine at Stretton House.
Mr. Holt writes charming songs. Mr. Stretton writes beautiful music. He flourished with mock gravity as he said these things, turning first to one and then to the other. Mr. John Holt's eyes were keen and observant; and one swift glance took in the knowledge of the composer's hungry pallor, his threadbare dress, the bare and poverty-stricken aspect of the room.
"Why not give English names, then?" said Elizabeth. "Because I have no English friends." There was a little silence. Stretton was leaning back in his seat, looking quietly out to sea; Elizabeth was sitting erect, with her hands crossed on her lap. Presently she spoke, but without turning her head. "Mr. Stretton, I do not want you to think my remarks impertinent or uncalled for.
"Not they," Paulette retorted, and suddenly knocked me silly with surprise. "Oh, I haven't done you a bit of good by coming, Mr. Stretton! I thought if I were with you I might be some use, and I'm not." I stared stupidly. "D'ye mean you came to fight wolves?" "No! I came " but she stopped. "I was afraid I mean I hated your going alone with all that gold, and Marcia really wanted Mrs. Jones."
I was to go too, but I had influenza and had to remain here." "And where was Mrs. De Gex?" I inquired. "She was already at Stretton Street. She and the little boy went to London early in October, but came back at the end of the month." Then I questioned the estimable Robertson concerning the domestic happiness of his master. I said I had heard rumours in London of matrimonial differences.
The wash of the water at the foot of the cliff, the chirp of the cicadas, were the only sounds to be heard. And here, on a low, wooden bench, in the deepest and coolest shade afforded by the trees, Stretton found not Mr. Heron, as he had expected, but Elizabeth.
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