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It is a matter of physical health." "Yes?" said Dick. "And once affronted, once hurt, youth finds it difficult to forgive." So far both men had been debating on an abstract topic without any immediate application to themselves. But now Dick leaned across the table with a smile upon his face which Thresk did not understand. "And why do you say this to me this morning, Mr.
Now he spoke shortly, but he spoke to the point: "I for one." Thresk turned with a smile upon Pettifer. "I thought so. I recognised Mr. Pettifer's hand in all this.
"What?" "Consider my position" Thresk drew up his chair close to the table "a barrister who was beginning to have one of the large practices, the Courts opening in London, briefs awaiting me, cases on which I had already advised coming on. I had already lost a fortnight.
It was gentle, almost furtive, but it startled them both like a clap of thunder. For a moment they stood rigid. Then Thresk silently handed Stella her cloak and pointed towards the window. He began to speak aloud. A word or two revealed his plan to Stella Ballantyne. He was rehearsing a speech which he was to make in the Courts before a jury. But the handle of the door rattled and now old Mr.
Harold Hazlewood, to whom the position of a neglected listener was rare and unpalatable, saw an opportunity for intervention. "The three points are perhaps not very conclusive," he said. Thresk turned towards him coldly: "I promised to answer such questions as Mr. Pettifer put to me. I am doing that. I did not undertake to discuss the value of my answers afterwards."
For the first moment he imagined that the man had had a stroke. His habits, his heavy build all pointed that way. The act of stooping would quite naturally be the breaking pressure upon that overcharged brain. But before Thresk had risen to make sure Ballantyne moved an arm.
I want him to keep that yes for his sake. I don't want him to lose more by marrying me than he needs must"; and comprehension burst upon Henry Thresk. "You care for him then! You really care for him?" "So much," she answered, "that if I lost him now I should lose all the world. You and I can't go back to where we stood nine years ago. You had your chance then, Henry, if you had wished to take it.
She was looking down at the tablecloth while she spoke, but as she finished she raised her head. "Yes, I have been eight years in India," she added, and Thresk saw the tears suddenly glisten in her eyes.
Thresk wondered what the morrow would bring. After all, Stella was right. Youth was a graceful thing of high-sounding words and impetuous thoughts, but like many other graceful things it could be hard and cruel. Its generosity did not come from any wide outlook on a world where there is a good deal to be said for everything. It was rather a matter of physical health than judgment.
He could hear the river singing between the grass banks at the bottom of the garden behind him. He would hear it through the night. Then came a knocking upon his door, and he did not notice it at once. It was repeated and he turned and said: "Come in!" Hubbard advanced with a note upon a salver. "Mrs. Ballantyne asked me to give you this at once, sir." Thresk stared at the butler.
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