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Updated: May 12, 2025
Miss Hood is seriously ill. The Baxendales send daily to make inquiries, and I am afraid the latest news is anything but hopeful. She was to have dined with us here the day after her father's death. There was no further comment; the writer went on to speak of certain peculiarities in the mode of conducting service at St. Luke's church. Mr. Athel read, and, in his manner, whistled low.
Reaching London at ten o'clock in the morning, he drove directly to King's Cross, and pursued his journey northwards. Though worn with fatigue, excitement would not allow him more than a snatch of sleep now and then. When at length he stepped out at Dunfield, he was in sorry plight. He went to an hotel, refreshed himself as well as he could, and made inquiry about the Baxendales' address.
The Baxendales have no children, and apparently no nephews, nieces, nor other youthful belongings in whom they take any special interest.
Wilfrid did not go straight to the Baxendales'. In his distracted state he felt it impossible to sit through luncheon, and he could not immediately decide how to meet Mrs. Baxendale, whether to take her into his confidence or to preserve silence on what had happened.
Four years ago, when Beatrice met her in Dunfield, her want of self-confidence was pronounced enough; she had at that time never quitted her provincial home, and was in the anomalous position of one who is intellectually outgrowing very restricted social circumstances. The Baxendales were not wrong in discussing her as shy. But that phase of her life was now left far behind.
Every now and then he told men at the club how clever she was at picking up bargains; but after a time he got gloomy when one asked how the house was getting on. He said he had met a man who had made a collection of antiques, and when he wanted to sell them he found they were all shams, and it nearly ruined him. After it was all finished the Baxendales gave a house-warming party.
Hood asked, recurring to the subject of Dagworthy and his astonishing behaviour. She put the question dispiritedly, not venturing to hope for a solution that would help her to a more cheerful frame of mind. Hood scarcely dared to utter the words which came into his mind. 'You remember that they met at the Baxendales' 'How did Emily behave? the mother next inquired. 'She was very quiet.
Why had it not taken him four months ago, when he met this girl at the Baxendales'? But he remembered that even then she had attracted him strangely; he had quitted the others to talk to her. He must have been prepared to conceive this frantic passion on coming together with her again.
Luke's, and then we found he'd been staying with the Baxendales all through Emily's illness. 'How did you find it out? You don't know the Baxendales. 'No, but Mrs. Gadd does, and she told us. 'What's his name? 'Mr. Athel a queer name, isn't it? Dagworthy was silent. 'Now you're cross with me, Jessie exclaimed.
Servants worried Baxendale a great deal after he got married. He said they almost made him long for his bachelor days, when he did not know what domestic cares were. The Baxendales live in one of those new, well-built houses in the neighbourhood of Grosvenor Square. It was some time before Baxendale could make up his mind to buy the lease of it.
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