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Updated: May 19, 2025
Would it surprise you to hear that as I came along this morning, one of the inhabitants of Beechfield spoke to me of you and Jack, and suggested forgive me for saying so not only that the boy was very much in love with you but that you well encouraged him!" Enid Crofton sat up. "I've always heard that villages were far more wicked places than towns, and now I know it's true!"
Not more than a day or two ago, I should fancy, for nobody seems to have been looking for her in this direction. I wonder she came back to Beechfield, the hardened little thing!" "Oh, come, I don't think she is that, Mrs. Rumbold!" said Hubert, affecting a lightness which assuredly he did not feel.
And yet, though he had become such "pals" with her, and though he missed her society at his now lonely meals to an almost ridiculous extent, Radmore would have been much taken aback had an angel from heaven told him that the real reason he had sought to get in touch with Old Place was because Enid Crofton had already settled down at Beechfield.
Then she remembered her husband had read aloud Mrs. Crofton's pretty, well-turned letter the letter which explained that the writer was looking out for a country house, and would like to find one at Beechfield if possible, as her friend, Godfrey Radmore, had described it as being the most beautiful village in England.
"I think you'd better go round and see some of the people in the village to-day. I was rather sorry you went off straight to The Trellis House last evening. You know how folks talked, even in the old days, in Beechfield?" He looked uneasy taken aback, and she felt, if a little ashamed, glad that she had made that "fishing" remark.
"Yes," said Radmore, "a deal has happened, Mrs. Cobbett; but Beechfield seems unchanged, I cannot see any difference at all." "Hearts are changed," she said in a strange voice. For the first time since he had been in Beechfield, Radmore felt a tremor of real discomfort run through him. He looked up at the mantelpiece.
Abruptly she had changed the subject: "I want to tell you, Betty, how splendidly the dinner went off to-night. Your cooking was first chop!" Betty at once softened. But all she said was: "I would give anything for Mrs. Crofton to leave Beechfield, Janet. Did you see Jack's face?" "Yes, and I do feel worried about it. Yet one can't do anything." "I suppose one can't. But it's too bad of her.
She wished to make her reading as colourless as possible, but she could not keep a certain touch of sarcasm out of her voice as she read aloud the first two sentences: "Dearest Mrs. Tosswill, "You have always been so kind to me that I feel I must write and tell you why I am leaving the dear Trellis House and delightful Beechfield."
We have found out that this Miss West's name is really 'Westwood, and that she is the daughter of the dreadful man who shot my husband's brother Beechfield some years ago. Perhaps you remember the case?" "Oh, yes I remember it!" said the doctor shortly. "That's the daughter? Poor girl!"
Arriving at nine o'clock in the morning from Beechfield, especially after all the accounts I have heard of your health! You look fit to faint as it is!" "I am tired," said Enid, with a little smile. She sat down in Miss Vane's pretty dining-room, where her aunt was seated at breakfast, and began to take off her gloves.
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