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Her letter, and its thinly veiled wrath, shewed quite plainly that the task of any guardian would be a tough one. Miss Blanchflower was evidently angry very angry yet at the same time determined, if she could, to play a dignified part; ready, that is, to be civil, on her own conditions.
And he had never relished the luxury of occasional solitude so sharply as on this pine-scented evening in Tyrol. It was not till he was sitting again under the electric light of the hotel verandah that he opened his Times. The first paragraph which his eye lit upon was an obituary notice of Sir Robert Blanchflower "whose death, after a long illness and much suffering, occurred last week in Paris."
The Captain shewed a face of astonishment. "Gracious! what had Winnington to do with Sir Robert Blanchflower!" "An old friend, apparently. But it is a curious will." The solicitor's abstracted look shewed a busy mind. The Captain had never felt a livelier desire for information.
For no mere affection for Delia Blanchflower would have influenced her, at the time when Delia, writing to tell her of the approaching death of Sir Robert, implored her to come and share her life. "You know I shall have money, dearest Gertrude," wrote Delia "Come and help me to spend it for the Cause."
Lady Tonbridge of whom it was commonly believed, though no one exactly knew why, that Bob Blanchflower, as a youth had been in love with her, before ever he met his Greek wife; Dr. France, who had attended both the old people till their deaths, and had been much beloved by them; his wife; the Rector, Mrs. Amberley, and Susy: Mrs. Matheson had not intended to ask anyone else.
As her eyes fell on the picture of Lady Blanchflower, in a high cap and mittens, over the mantelpiece, Miss Toogood felt a sense of personal triumph over the barbarous and ignorant past. "What I mind most is the apathy of people the people down here. It's really terrible!" said the science mistress, in her melancholy voice. "Sometimes I hardly know how to bear it.
"I must have seen her I am sure there was a child about"; he said to himself again; and his thoughts went groping into a mostly forgotten past, and as he endeavoured to reconstruct it, the incident which had brought him for a few weeks into close relations with Robert Blanchflower, then Major Blanchflower of the Dragoons, came at last vividly back to him.
For he could see himself, and laugh at himself, ab extra, better than most men. At the station he came across Captain Andrews, and soon discovered from that artless warrior that he also was bound for Latchford, with a view to watching over Delia Blanchflower.
At the gate, the police looking askance especially at Miss Blanchflower would have turned them back. But Delia asked for Winnington, and they were at last admitted into the circle outside the courtyard, where beyond reach of the sparks, and falling fragments, the crowd of spectators was gathered.
But the women of the working-classes why, Good Lord, look at them when there's any disturbance on any big strike look at Tonypandy! a deal sight worse than the men! Give them the vote and they'd take us to the devil, even quicker than Lloyd George!" Aloud he said "Do you know anything about that lady Miss Blanchflower had with her? She introduced me. Miss Marvell I think that was the name.
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