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But she did see him; she watched him from her window as he walked away up the valley. He did not know; true to his fancy, he never turned his head. Bob Broadley was an early riser, as his business in life demanded. At six o'clock he was breakfasting in a bright little room opening on his garden. He was in the middle of his rasher when a shadow fell across his plate.
Had she known the truth, the thing was bad enough. But she knew nothing of Harry Tristram's letter. After a moment of consternation Janie ran to her, crying, "I'm not engaged any more to Harry Tristram, mother!" Mrs Iver said nothing. She stood by the open door. There was no mistaking her meaning. With a shame-faced bow, struggling with an unruly smile, Bob Broadley got through it somehow.
I mean to be good some time only don't preach now, there's a good creature. I haven't told you half yet. Let me see. Oh! I was going to tell you how many unmistakeable admirers I had: Sir Thomas Ashby was one, Sir Hugh Meltham and Sir Broadley Wilson are old codgers, only fit companions for papa and mamma.
Harry had asked silence for a week; before two days of it were gone came this news. "If they do mean to be married," said Janie, "why couldn't they do it decently?" She meant with the respectable deliberation of her own alliance. "Tristram's a queer fellow," pondered Bob Broadley. "I only hope he isn't rushing her into it on purpose. What do you think, Mr Neeld?" "My dear Janie "
Kheyr-ed-dīn, waiting at Algiers in expectation of attack, heard the news gladly, and, when the coast was clear, sailed back to Constantinople for reinforcements. He never saw Algiers again. Osm. Reiches, ii. 129. Broadley, Tunis, Past and Present, i. 42, quoting a narrative by Boyssat, one of the Knights of Malta, written in 1612.
"Too great a strain?" asked Helen. "Too emotional, somehow," said Clarissa. "One notices it at once when a boy or girl takes up music as a profession. Sir William Broadley told me just the same thing. Don't you hate the kind of attitudes people go into over Wagner like this " She cast her eyes to the ceiling, clasped her hands, and assumed a look of intensity.
She met him fairly on a friendly footing of business; he was the sinner in that, while what she offered was undoubtedly hers, what he proposed to give in return was only precariously his. Nor had Duplay any cause of complaint in being kept waiting; he would be held exceedingly lucky not to be sent to the right-about instantly. But with Bob Broadley the matter was different.
But" he laughed a little "I'm Broadley of Mingham, not Tristram of Blent." "I see. That's it? And our friend the Major?" "I shouldn't so much mind having a turn-up with the Major." "But Tristram of Blent is is too much?" "It's not your fault, you can't help it," smiled Bob. "You're born to it and " He ended with a shrug. "You're very fond of her?" Harry asked, frowning a little.
Some men would have seen in her appeal an opportunity of trying to win from her more than she was giving. The case did not present itself in that light to Bob Broadley. He did not press his own advantage, he hardly believed in it; and he had, besides, a vague idea that he would spoil for her the feeling she had if he greeted it with too much enthusiasm.
And there'll be the Death Duties, you know." "What are they?" asked Mina. "Like stamps," explained Miss S., vaguely. "For my part, I think it's lucky he is what he is. There's been enough of falling in love in the Tristram family. If you ask me who is in love with her, of course it's poor young Broadley. Well, you know that, as you're always driving up to Mingham with her."
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