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"At luncheon it was noticed that the sisters ate a little more than usual. Georgiana toyed with some French beans and a spoonful of calves'-foot jelly. 'I feel a little stronger to-day, she said to Lord Timpany, when he congratulated her on this increase of appetite; 'a little more material, she added, with a nervous laugh.
Rolf went that very day to the farm of Obadiah Timpany, and offered to work by the day, hoeing corn and root crops. What farmer is not glad of help in planting time or in harvest? It was only a question of what did he know and how much did he want?
But then suppose she were in love with Timpany though it seemed incredible that anyone could be in love with Timpany suppose her life depended on Timpany, suppose she couldn't live without him? He was fumbling his way along this clueless labyrinth of suppositions when the clock struck twelve.
"The days passed in an uneventful round of pleasures. Of all the gay party George alone was unhappy. Lord Timpany was paying his court to Georgiana, and it was clear that he was not unfavourably received. George looked on, and his soul was a hell of jealousy and despair. The boisterous company of the young men became intolerable to him; he shrank from them, seeking gloom and solitude.
'I'll tell everyone, unless... "'It's blackmail. "'I don't care, said George. 'I'll give you twenty-four hours to decide. "Lady Lapith was disappointed, of course; she had hoped for better things for Timpany and a coronet. But George, after all, wasn't so bad. They were married at the New Year. "My poor grandfather!" Mr. Wimbush added, as he closed his book and put away his pince-nez.
"At any moment she might die; at any moment she might become Lady Timpany. It was terrible, terrible. If she died, then he would die too; he would go to seek her beyond the grave. If she became Lady Timpany...ah, then! The solution of the problem would not be so simple. If she became Lady Timpany: it was a horrible thought.
"I think perhaps you ought to go and pack," she said. Obediently Denis left the room. Never again, he said to himself, never again would he do anything decisive. Camlet, West Bowlby, Knipswich for Timpany, Spavin Delawarr; and then all the other stations; and then, finally, London. The thought of the journey appalled him. And what on earth was he going to do in London when he got there?
Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains the few that there were stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.
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