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She laid her other hand on his and he clasped both with his own. "When the Worthingtons sail for England next month," she explained, "I want to go with them. Mrs. Worthington is very kind and will be good enough to take care of me until I reach London." Mr. Vanderpoel moved slightly in his chair. Then their eyes met comprehendingly. He saw what hers held.
When Reuben Vanderpoel swooped across the American continent on journeys of thousands of miles, taking her as a companion, he discovered that he actually placed a sort of confidence in her summing up of men and schemes.
Though it was quite different, it was as swell in its way as the house at Mount Dunstan, and there were gleams of pictures on the walls that looked fine, and no mistake. He was expected. The man led him across the hall to Mr. Vanderpoel's room. After he had announced his name he closed the door quietly and went away. Mr. Vanderpoel rose from an armchair to come forward to meet his visitor.
Such action would place him grossly in the wrong." Then he added with deliberation, realising that he was committing himself, and feeling firmly willing to do so for reasons of his own, "Sir Nigel is a man who objects strongly to putting himself publicly in the wrong." "Thank you," said Miss Vanderpoel. He had said this of intention for her enlightenment, and she was aware that he had done so.
He had lost one of his children in the fire, and the details had been heartrending. The entire Vanderpoel household had wept on hearing them, and Mr. Vanderpoel had drawn a cheque which had seemed like a fortune to the sufferer. A new house had been bought, and Mrs.
The gangway was withdrawn, and, amid the familiar sounds of a big craft's first struggle, the ship began to move. Miss Vanderpoel still bent forward and held out her arms. "I will soon come back, Tommy," she cried, "and we are always friends." The child held out his short blue serge arms also, and Salter watching him could not but be touched for all his gloom of mind.
As Miss Vanderpoel walked at a light, swinging pace through the one village street the gazers felt with Kedgers that something new was passing and stirring the atmosphere. She looked straight, and with a friendliness somehow dominating, at the curious women; her handsome eyes met those of the men in a human questioning; she smiled and nodded to the bobbing children.
To such a man the allurements such a young woman as Miss Vanderpoel would present would be extraordinary. It was unfortunate that she should have been thrown in his way. At the same time it was not possible to state the case clearly during one's first call on a beautiful stranger. "His going to America was rather spirited," said the mellow voice beside him.
Miss Vanderpoel smiled into Lord Dunholm's much approving, elderly eyes. "G. Selden is a compatriot," she said. "Perhaps he heard I was here and came to sell me a typewriter." Lord Westholt returning with two footmen and a light mattress, G. Selden was carried with cautious care to the house.
There's a place where I could grow them so that you'd come on them sudden, and you'd think they couldn't be true." "Grow them, Kedgers, begin to grow them," said Miss Vanderpoel. "I have never seen them I must see them." Kedgers' low, deprecatory chuckle made itself heard again, "Perhaps I'm going too fast," he said. "It would take a good bit of expense to do it, miss. A good bit."
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