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He quitted the dining-room and made his way to his favorite resort at Beechfield Hall a spacious conservatory which ran the whole length of one side of the house. Into this conservatory, now brilliant with exotics, several rooms opened, one after another a small breakfast-room, a study, a library, billiard-room, and smoking-room.
She meditated upon it for some time with closed lips and knitted brows; then she rang the bell for Parker. "Parker," she said, "can you tell me whether any strangers have been visiting Beechfield lately?" "Oh, yes, ma'am! There was an old gentleman at the 'Crown' a few days ago. The post-office woman told me that he came from America." "Do you know his name?" "Yes, ma'am 'Mr. Dare."
But you you're fond of your father still, Cynthy?" She answered by taking his rough hand in her own and kissing it tenderly. "And you don't believe I killed Mr. Vane down at Beechfield eh, Cynthy? Because if you believe it, you know, you and me had better part without more words about it. Least said, soonest mended." "I do not believe it I never did!" said Cynthia proudly.
But to-day, when the knowledge that he was so soon going to Beechfield brought with it a great surge of remembrance, he could not honestly tell himself that he was sorry.
"I don't suppose she would have come at all if she had known what a beastly, inhospitable place Beechfield is," said Jack sharply. Though he was in such a hurry to be off, he waited in order to add: "She's been here nearly a month, and you've never called on her yet it's too bad!" Janet Tosswill flushed deeply. Jack had not spoken to her in such a tone since he was fifteen. "What nonsense!
It was a mad fancy, born of his desire to atone for a wrong that he had done to an innocent man. The wrong seemed greater than ever when it darkened the life of a weak young girl and tortured the heart of the innocent man's own child. Eight years had passed away since the tragedy that brought the little village of Beechfield into luckless notoriety.
There was a despondent note in it, too, which surprised the man standing in the kitchen. Excepting during the few moments, to him intensely moving and solemn moments, when they had spoken of George within a day or two of his return to Beechfield, he had always seen Betty extraordinarily cheerful. "You can go just as you are," he heard Timmy say eagerly.
That one piece must certainly have been worth more than all the furniture in this particular room put together. Poor Enid Crofton! The call to which she had been looking forward so greatly was not turning out a success. Godfrey Radmore seemed a very different man here, in Beechfield, from what he had seemed in London.
He promised and he kept his word. Although I did not know it until long afterwards, it was he who sent me to school for many years, and had me trained and cared for in every possible way. I did not even know his name; but I treasured up my memories of that one afternoon when I saw him at Beechfield all through the years that I spent at school.
"You know perhaps," she went on in some confusion; but Flossy interrupted her. "Mr. Vane, the murdered man, was my brother-in-law. I am the wife of General Vane of Beechfield. I had some notion that this girl Cynthia West was identical with Westwood's daughter, but I could not be sure of the fact. How long was she with you, may I ask?" Then she heard the whole story.
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