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"I wanted to tell you that Beryl Lynch is going to stay here as my companion. I'm going to give her half of my room so that I won't be lonely and please set a place for her next to me at the table." Once again Cornelius Allendyce caught the twinkle in the butler's eye which should not be in a Forsyth butler's eye at all. But there was no twinkle about Mrs.
A dignity in the old housekeeper's surrender touched Cornelius Allendyce. He patted her shoulder and told her not to worry about the letter; to be sure it had spoiled a rather nice golf match but he ought to have run up to Wassumsic long before. "The little girl I found isn't such a bad Forsyth, after all?" he could not resist asking her, however.
Poor Jimmie, at her urging, went out quite unsuspecting. She was so excited and there was so much to be done at the last moment, that she had no time to think what the parting with all she loved so dearly must mean to her. Promptly at three o'clock Cornelius Allendyce tapped on the door.
There were rare tapestries and bronzes, and tiny ivory carvings and tables inlaid with bright jade and old crystal candelabra, and quaint chests and wonderful paintings and rare old books. As he told the story of each, Cornelius Allendyce marvelled at the girl's quick appreciation and intelligent interest.
Allendyce was just saying, crisply, "Will your mind not rest easier for knowing that the Forsyth fortune will go to a Forsyth?" when Harkness rattled the cups. Then, strangest of all things, Madame ordered him sharply away with his tray. Such a thing had never happened before in Harkness' experience and he had been at Gray Manor for fifty-five years. He grumbled complainingly to Mrs.
I'd run away somewhere and tell Jimmie that he must go with Mr. Tony." Mr. Allendyce sprang to his feet and paced up and down the room. In all his life the world had never seemed so full of youth and color and adventure as it did at that precise moment; his cautious soul fairly burst with imaginative daring. "Miss Gordon that's what I came for.
He did not say that it was important, too, to give Madame Forsyth ample opportunity to get away from Gray Manor. Robin drew a long breath and relaxed. It had taken so very much courage to run away that she had little left with which to face her new life. Tomorrow it might be easier. Miss Effie Allendyce took her under her wing in a fluttery, mothery sort of a way with a great many "my dear's."
"Well, what do you think of Gray Manor in daylight?" asked Mr. Allendyce as the two walked into the library. "Oh, it's more like a great castle than ever. But it isn't half as bad as I thought it was." When Robin caught the amused twinkle in her guardian's eye she added hastily: "I mean, it isn't gloomy and sad at all. It's so beautiful and I love beautiful things." Mr.
Allendyce stared hard at the other, his face wrinkled in his effort to say the right thing. "Oh, let her have her head," he finished finally. And he liked that idea so well that he repeated it. "Let her have her head. Do you understand me? Never mind what's in the old schoolbooks. If she'd rather take a walk than study Latin verbs, well, let her.
"I'll telephone to Wassumsic right away and don't you worry," she begged of him, "they'll get along somehow or other." "They'll have to," the guardian growled, between groans. But before Miss Effie could telephone, Robin's telegram came. Cornelius Allendyce opened it with indifferent fingers, read it, then rose upright with such suddenness that a loud cry of pain burst from him.
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