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Lord Ballindine left Grey Abbey, and rode homewards, towards Handicap Lodge, in a melancholy and speculative mood. His first thoughts were all of Harry Wyndham. Frank, as the accepted suitor of his sister, had known him well and intimately, and had liked him much; and the poor young fellow had been much attached to him. He was greatly shocked to hear of his death.
His heart stood still as he tore it open; then a stifled sound of dismay brought Honor instantly to his side. "Dearest what is it?" she asked under her breath. For answer he handed her the flimsy scrap of paper, and went quickly into the next room. Honor's eyes took in the curt statement at a glance. "Leave cancelled. Return at once. Infantry for cholera camp. None of ours yet. Wyndham worse.
They furthermore sent a message to Mr Redmond offering to co-operate actively with the members of the Irish Party throughout the Committee stage of the Wyndham Bill. Every consideration of national policy and prudence would seem to urge the acceptance of this generous offer.
Jim inquisitorially, the while he cuddled her close. "Oh, you know, dear, Dr. Wyndham," she murmured. "Oh! So you call him Max, do you?" said Jim drily. "That's an innovation, so far as I am concerned." "I couldn't help it," she faltered, hiding her face a little lower. "He made me." "Did he indeed?" said Dr. Jim. "Well? What's the trouble?" "I I can't remember," she whispered forlornly.
I shall write to her this evening, and shall expect at any rate the courtesy of an answer from herself." "My advice to my ward will be, not to write to you; at any rate for the present. I presume, my lord, you cannot doubt my word that Miss Wyndham chooses to be released from an engagement, which I must say your own conduct renders it highly inexpedient for her to keep."
Wyndham looked hard at him once more, and answered, in agitated tones. "I say, Riddell. Do you know about it, then?" "I think I do." At that moment a bell began to sound across the quadrangle. "That's lock-up; I must go!" exclaimed Wyndham, wildly. "For goodness' sake, don't tell any one, Riddell! Oh what a fool I have been!" And next moment he was gone.
"My Ladies, Lords and gentlemen," said the host, "we must look to our conduct in the presence of one who talked with Sir William Wyndham and was a visitor in the house of Sir Hans Sloane before we were born; whose tireless intellect has been a confidant of Nature, a playmate of the Lightning and an inventor of ingenious and useful things; whose wisdom has given to Philadelphia a public library, a work house, good paving, excellent schools, a protection against fire as efficient as any in the world and the best newspaper in the colonies.
There was undoubtedly something formidable about Max Wyndham at that moment notwithstanding his light speech, something that underlay his silence, making her curiously afraid thereof. She did not lie and listen when she returned to bed, but a very long time passed before she slept. Olga slept late on the following morning, awaking at length with a wild sense of dismay at having done so.
Wyndham might have passed for younger than she was among the world at large, for she was fresh to look at, and of good figure and complexion. Her black hair showed no signs of turning gray, and her dark eyes were bright and penetrating still.
The remark was profound in its way, and showed a far deeper insight into political matters than he imagined Joe possessed. He had long regarded Mrs. Wyndham as a woman of fine sense and judgment, and had often asked her opinion on important questions. But in all his experience she had never said anything that seemed to strike so deeply at the root of things as this simple remark of Josephine's.
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