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You may not have realized it yet, but if you will consider the matter carefully, I think you will agree with me that a secretary, or companion of some sort, is exactly what you do need." "Out of curiosity," Wingrave remarked, "I should be glad to know why you think so." "Certainly," Aynesworth answered.
There are many things for you to learn before you grow up." "I am not a dunce," she replied. "I can talk French and German, and do arithmetic, and play the organ. Father used to teach me these things. I can learn at Tredowen very well. I hope that my friends will let me stay here." Wingrave took no more notice of her. She and Aynesworth walked together to the station.
"I shall tell her the truth," Aynesworth declared. "By all means! I shall remain and listen to my indictment. Quite a novel sensation! Call the young lady, by all means, and don't spare me." Aynesworth moved a few steps up the path. He called to her softly, and she came through the little iron gates from the rose gardens. She was very pale, and there was a gleam in her eyes which was like fear.
"You are the most original woman I ever met," he said quietly. "I neither wish to care nor be cared for by anyone. Go home to your husband, and tell him to buy Treadwells up to six." That same afternoon Wingrave met Aynesworth and cut him dead. Something in the younger man's appearance, though, perplexed him. Aynesworth certainly had not the air of a successful man.
Aynesworth began by hating the whole business, but insensibly the fascination of it crept over him. He grew used to hearing the various forms of protest, of argument and abuse, which one and all left Wingrave so unmoved. Sphinx-like he lounged in his chair, and listened to all. He never condescended to justify his position, he never met argument by argument.
You may possibly derive some amusement from her society for a short time, but afterwards!" "Explain yourself exactly," Wingrave said. "Is it necessary?" Aynesworth declared brusquely. "Talk sensibly to her! Don't encourage her if she should really be contemplating anything foolish!" "Why not?" "Oh, hang it all!" Aynesworth declared. "I'm not a moralist, but she's a decent little woman.
I have a letter for you from Lovell. You remember him, I daresay. Here it is!" He produced it from his breast coat pocket, and handed it over. "Where is Lovell?" Wingrave asked. "He left for the East early this morning," Aynesworth answered. "He had to go almost at an hour's notice." Wingrave broke the seal, and read the letter through.
The day you disobey an order of mine, you go! No notice, mind!" "Agreed," Aynesworth answered. "What should I do first? Send you a tailor, I should think." Wingrave nodded. "I will give the afternoon to that sort of people," he said. "Here is a list of the tradesmen I used to deal with. Kindly avoid them." Aynesworth glanced at the slip of paper, and nodded. "All out-of-date now," he remarked.
He went down there like a vandal to sell the heirlooms and pictures which had belonged to his family for generations. He had no time, he told me coldly, for sentiment." "It sounds brutal enough," Lovell admitted. "What became of the child?" "One of her father's relations turned up after all and took care of her," Aynesworth said. "Wingrave knew nothing about that, though.
It might interfere with my operations there. Here's this woman coming to worry us! You take her off, Aynesworth! I shall go into the smoking room." But Mrs. Travers was not so easily to be disposed of. For some reason or other, she had shown a disposition to attach herself to Wingrave. "Please put me in my chair," she said to him, holding out her rug and cushion. "No! Not you, Mr. Aynesworth. Mr.
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