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Belwick, with its hundred and fifty fire-vomiting blast-furnaces, would to their eyes more nearly resemble a certain igneous realm of which they thought much in their sojourn upon earth, and which, we may assure ourselves, they dream not of in the quietness of their last long sleep. A large house, which stands aloof from the village and a little above it, is Wanley Manor.
'She seemed to be. 'Her father and mother are gone to spend to-morrow with friends in Belwick; I suppose she drove into Wanley with them, and walked back. The vicar probably meant this for a suggestion; at all events, Hubert received it as one. 'Then I will simply call at the house. She may be alone. I can't weigh niceties. Mr. Wyvern made no reply.
Among the earliest of these was Mr. Keene, the journalist. He sent in his name one Sunday morning requesting an interview on a matter of business, and on being admitted, produced a copy of the 'Belwick Chronicle, which contained a highly eulogistic semi-biographic notice of Mutimer.
'Well, here's the latest, he continued, looking at his companions with an amused eye. 'Something about that fellow Eldon in a Belwick newspaper. What do you think? Adela kept still and mute. 'Whatever it is, it cannot interest us, Alfred, said Mrs. Waltham, with dignity. 'We had rather not hear it. 'Well, you shall read it for yourself, replied Alfred on a second thought.
To the end she would shield the man with her own dignity, and protect him as far as possible even against himself. Mutimer smiled again, this time with satisfaction. 'I certainly think we can take care of ourselves, he remarked briefly. In a few minutes they were joined by Alfred, who had only just returned from Belwick, and dinner was served. It was not a cheerful evening.
Then he drew a newspaper from his pocket. 'Have you seen the "Belwick Chronicle" of to-day? he inquired. 'Why the deuce should I read such a paper? exclaimed Richard, with good-humoured surprise. He was in excellent spirits to-night, the excitement of the day having swept his mind clear of anxieties. 'There's something in it, though, that you ought to see.
He saved enough out of the wreck to: make a modest competency for his family, and would doubtless in time have retrieved his fortune, but death was beforehand with him. His wife, in the second year of her widowhood, came with her daughter Adela to Wanley; her son Alfred had gone to commercial work in Belwick. Mrs.
I was on my way to ask about you, but Mr. Wyvern met me and said there was nothing the matter. And you went to Agworth, didn't you? 'To Belwick. We had to see Mr. Yottle, the solicitor. Mrs. Waltham issued from the house, and explanations were again demanded. 'Could you give baby to the nurse for a few minutes? Adela asked Letty. 'I should like to speak to you and mother quietly.
He smelt strongly of tobacco, and, as she fancied, of spirits; but it was his staggering as he moved to draw up the blind that made her aware of his condition. She found afterwards that he had driven all the way from Belwick, and the marvel was that he had accomplished such a feat; probably his horse deserved most of the credit.
'You will do us the pleasure of drinking a cup of tea, Mr. Wyvern? we make a meal of it, in the country way. My boy and girl are sure to be in directly. 'I should like to make their acquaintance, was the grave response. 'Alfred, my son, the lady proceeded, 'is with us for his Easter holiday. Belwick is so short a distance away, and yet too far to allow of his living here, unfortunately.
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