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He was, to be sure, a child not yet thirty but there were older children in the House decidedly of less promise. Mr. Wilfrid Athel might go home, and, if he could, go to sleep, in the assurance that his career had opened.
O no, it was Drummond. Drummond knows her people, I think. 'What story, eh? 'Why, she was to have married a Member of Parliament; what the deuce was his name? Something that reminded me of a race-horse, I remember. Was it Blair? No Athel! That's the name. 'Why didn't it come off, then? 'Oh, the honourable member found somebody he liked better.
To-morrow morning? 'If you will. Beatrice was satisfied. 'Beatrice is coming to act as my secretary this morning, Wilfrid said to his father, as they sat at breakfast on Monday. 'Is she? remarked Mr. Athel, drily. 'It had struck me that you were not very busy just now, he added, by way of natural comment. The junior smiled. 'By the way, she has only two more engagements then it ceases.
Perhaps I fail to see the whole matter in the same light as yourselves, but it seems to me that in the step I have taken there is nothing that should cause lasting difference between us. I involve the family in no kind of disgrace that, I suppose, you admit? Mrs. Rossall made no answer. Mr. Athel moved uneasily upon his chair, coughed, seemed about to speak, but in the end said nothing.
It now became Philip's duty to acquaint the second Mrs. Kurston with her true position, and to take the necessary steps to reinstate Athel Kurston in her rights.
'Till Monday afternoon, he said, grasping her hand as if he clung to it in fear. Then he found another vehicle. It was dark when he reached home. Late in the evening Wilfrid received a visit from his father. Mr. Athel had dined with his sister, and subsequently accompanied his nieces to a concert. Beatrice should have sung, but had broken her engagement on the plea of ill-health.
It was the end of the discussion for the present. Shortly after dinner, when coffee had been brought to the drawing-room, Wilfrid wandered out to the summer-house. Emily would be home by this time. He thought of her.... 'The deuce of it is, exclaimed Mr. Athel, conversing with his sister, 'that it's so hard to find valid objections.
The tone between them returned before long to the friendliness never previously interrupted. Mr. Athel shortly wrote a letter to Mr. Baxendale of Dunfield, whom he only knew by name as Beatrice Redwing's uncle, and begged for private information regarding Emily's family.
Athel drove his sister and the children; Wilfrid and Beatrice accompanied them on horseback. The course to be pursued having been determined, the riders were not at pains to keep the carriage always within sight. 'Why did Miss Hood decline to come? Mr. Athel inquired, shortly after they had started. She gave no reason, Mrs. Rossall replied. 'It was her choice to stay at home.
Throughout the day she was scarcely away from the children; of course he could and did often exchange words with her in the presence of the twins, but he felt himself held at a distance by a tact which was perfect; without undue reserve, without a shadow of unrefined manoeuvring, Emily limited their intercourse in precisely the way that Mr. Athel or Mrs. Rossall would have deemed becoming.
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