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"Nonsense, canon, nonsense," said Dr. Blundell, laying a friendly hand on his shoulder. "No man in your profession, or in mine, ought to be able to say that. Pull yourself together, hope for the best, and play your part." John Crewys looked round the hall at Barracombe House with curious, interested eyes.
Sir Timothy had carried both his obstinacy and his dullness into his business affairs. The family solicitor, Mr. Crawley, backed up the new administrator with all his might. "Over sixty thousand pounds uninvested, and lying idle at the bank," he said, lifting his hands and eyes, "and one long, miserable grumbling over the expense of keeping up Barracombe.
I be zo witty as iver I can be." Dr. Blundell saluted the group before the inn as he turned his horse to climb the steep road to Barracombe. No breath of wind stirred, and the smoke from the cottage chimneys was lying low in the valley, hovering over the river in the still air. A few primroses peeped out of sheltered corners under the hedge, and held out a timid promise of spring.
They went on, remained at the sheds for some minutes, scanning the sky, then retraced their steps. A quarter-past eleven struck. Kate grew more and more anxious, and Barracombe found it more and more difficult to talk unconcernedly. They returned to the house, and entering through the conservatory, discovered Mrs. Smith asleep in her chair.
Go to bed when you've got things shipshape; I shall go alone; only about four hundred miles this time." "You really mean it, then?" said Barracombe. "Decidedly. If you knew Captain Bolitho you would see that there's no help for it." "Well, then, the sooner you eat your supper and get between the sheets the better. I'll tuck you up." "Tuck in and tuck up. Very well."
"Of course I mean to live at Barracombe," said Peter, polishing his eyeglass with reckless energy. "But I said nothing to the people about living there all the year round. On the contrary, I think it more probable that I shall run up to town myself, occasionally just for the season."
She said to herself that he was really too young to be troubled with business; and she began to believe, as the work at Barracombe advanced, that the results of so much planning and forethought must please him, after all. The consolation of working in his interests was delightful to her.
I do hope none of the poor men were drowned. I often think of my husband, Mr. Barracombe, on the other side of the world, going about among those dreadful coral reefs, and I wish he would retire and live safely at home. I could never understand what he finds interesting in bits of stone and things of that sort, but of course he is a very distinguished man."
Who could have supposed that this shabby old person, whom he had endeavoured to snub, was the great Lady Tintern? "She didn't find me," said the old lady. "I was in bed long before Sarah came back. I presume this young gentleman escorted her home?" "I always send a servant across for Sarah whenever she stays at all late at Barracombe, and always have," said Mrs. Hewel, in hurried self-defence.
When it had disappeared, they became suddenly alive to the suspicion that Jack McMurtrie had practised a ruse on them. They gave a yell and looked round for him. A motor-car was making at forty miles an hour for Toronto. Mr. William Barracombe was the most punctual of men. He entered his office in Mincing Lane precisely at ten o'clock on Thursday morning.
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