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Updated: May 12, 2025
The diary was a chronicle of solid facts Jem being essentially solid and a man of the very plainest facts. Speaking as an impartial critic, one would incline to the opinion that Agar devoted too much thought to his work in strong contrast, perhaps, to the literary tendency of his day.
"Yes," replied the General, "I wanted to talk to you about that. That was really my reason for proposing that we should wait till the second train." "There cannot be much to say," said Jem Agar rather coldly. "Well, I wanted to tell you all about it." "About what?" There was what the Captain had called an uncanny calm in the voice. General Michael did not answer, and Jem turned slowly towards him.
It will probably be turned sooner or later to evil account. The best instinct in Anna Agar was her maternal love, and upon this strong rock she finally wrecked her barque. She was one of those women who hold that, so long as the object is unselfish, the means used to obtain it cannot well be evil.
Agar's reluctance was not quite genuine nor was it well enough simulated to deceive Dora. "Well, dear," she said, "if you insist, they said that there had been something between you and Jem long, long ago, of course, before he went out to India." Dora shrugged her shoulders. "They are welcome to say what they like." Mrs. Agar was silent, awaiting a second question.
There was a subtle difference in their reception which was perhaps patent to both, though neither deemed it necessary to make any comment. Wherever Agar went the eager little black faces of his Goorkhas met him with a smile or a grin of delight; when General Michael passed by, the dusky features hardened suddenly to a marble stillness, and the beady eyes were all soldier-like attention.
Agar to press the matter no farther just then. But she was so intent upon exhibiting to her neighbours the maternal affection which she persuaded herself that she felt for the plain-spoken heir to Stagholme, that she took him to task afterwards. With great care and an utter lack of logic she devoted some hours to the instruction of Jem in the somewhat crooked ways of her social creed.
After the luncheon, specially prepared and laid before the Rector, this second Rebecca awaited the result impatiently. But nothing came of it. Although Mrs. Agar now looked upon Dora as the latest whim of the not-to-be-denied Arthur, she could hardly consider Mr. Glynde in the light of a tradesman retailing the said commodity, and, therefore, to be bullied and harassed into making haste.
"Well, dear, I only thought to act as might be best for you," said the well-intentioned meddler, with the drawl of the professionally misunderstood. "I have no doubt of that," returned Dora, with an equanimity which was again strangely suggestive of Jem Agar. "But in future you will be consulting my welfare much more effectively by refraining from action on my behalf at all."
Upon cucumber-cup, taken in county society, as on a dinner of herbs, one hardly expects the guest to grow convivial. Therefore at this garden-party those bidden to the feast were in the habit of wandering sadly through the shrubbery seeking whom they might avoid, and in the course of such a perambulation, with a young man conversant of himself, Dora met Mrs. Agar.
"He made a great point of secrecy," continued Agar, "which at the time I thought to be for my safety. But now I see otherwise; Ruthine has pointed it out to me. If I had never come back he would have said nothing, and would thus have escaped the odium of having sent a man to certain death.
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