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So they sat in the drawing-room tightly locked and related to each other all the doings of their separation. "I wonder you're not afraid of me in these hideous goggles," Noel said once. To which Peggy replied with indignation. "I'm not a baby!" "And Olga has gone to Brethaven, has she?" he asked presently. "Yes," said Peggy wisely. "Dr. Jim said she must have some sea air to make her fat again.
We never meant it either of us but we didn't fight hard enough. And then at last at Brethaven Nick found it out; and it was because he knew that Blake's heart was not in his compact with you that he made him write to you and break it off. It was not for his own ends at all that he did it. It was for your sake alone.
Violet uttered her soft, low laugh. "But I am mediæval too, Allegro. Have you never noticed? I am waiting for the first man who is brave enough to run away with me." It was on the day following this conversation that she prevailed upon Olga to leave her numerous occupations for an hour or so and motor her over to Brethaven to pay another visit to her old nurse, Mrs. Briggs.
For she knew by the sure intuition which is a woman's inner and unerring vision, that jest or trifle as he might his keen brain was actively employed in some subtle investigation too obscure for her to fathom, and that behind his badinage and behind his cynicism there sat a man who watched. "I am going over to Brethaven to see Mrs.
It simply contained a brief explanation of her presence at Brethaven, which was due to an engagement having fallen through, mentioned Blake as being on the point of departure, and wound up with the hope that Muriel would not in any way alter her plans for her benefit as she was only at the cottage for a few days to pack her possessions and she did not suppose that she would care to be with her while this was going on.
Grange had discovered some urgent business that demanded his presence in town, and she missed the child in consequence more than she would otherwise have done. Daisy was growing stronger, and was beginning to contemplate a change, moved at last by Jim Ratcliffe's persistent urging. There was a cottage at Brethaven which, he declared, would suit her exactly. Muriel raised no objection to the plan.
Gaily she sped along the sunny road, little dreaming that that same sun that so gladdened her was to set upon the last of her youth. The car was in a good mood also, and they hummed merrily past the little stone church of Brethaven and up to the great iron gate of Redlands just as the clock in the tower struck ten. "Good business!" commented Nick, as he descended to open the gate.
"My dear," said Mrs. Briggs, with solemn pride, "anyone as 'as seen death as often as I 'ave don't need to look twice." Mrs. Briggs occupied the exalted position of layer-out in chief in Brethaven village, and right proud was she of her calling. It had been handed down from mother to daughter in her family for the past four generations.
But she could not help wondering if, when Blake had gone at last and she was free, she would be very greatly afraid. She was sitting alone in her room that afternoon, watching the scudding rain-clouds, when Olga brought her two letters. "Both from Brethaven," she said, "but neither from Nick. I wonder if he is at Redlands. I hope he will come over here if he is." Muriel did not echo the hope.
At the end of that time he sat down suddenly at the writing-table, and scrawled a hasty note. His face, as he did so, was like the face of an old man, but without the tolerance of age. Finishing, he rang for his servant. "Take this note," he said, "and ask at the Brethaven Arms if a gentleman named Captain Grange is putting up there. If he is, send in the note, and wait for an answer.
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