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"Is he after Janie Iver?" "So I imagine. I'm not sure that I'm not too. Have I any chance against Bob Broadley?" She did not seem to take him seriously. "They wouldn't look at Mr Broadley." "And what about me?" he insisted, as he lit his pipe and sat down opposite her. "You mean it, Harry?" "There's no reason why I shouldn't marry, is there?" "Why, you must marry, of course. But "
Harry was at Blent; no word and no sign came from him. Bob Broadley never made advances. The field was clear for the Major. Janie, grateful for his attentions, yet felt vaguely that he was more amusing as one of two attentive cavaliers than when he was her only resource. A sense of flatness came over her sometimes.
And she was kind to Bob Broadley, going to see him, as has been said, sending him invitations, and seeming in some way to be fighting against his own readiness to give up the battle before it was well begun. But it is hard to help a man who will not help himself; on the other hand, it is said to be amusing sometimes.
It was really a little annoying that old Mr Neeld should be the person wanted at Blent. "I'll drive you over," Bob kindly volunteered. "Er thank you, Broadley, but she asks me to come alone." "Well, I'm hanged!" muttered Bob, who had seen a chance of being in at the death. They were coming straight down to Blent. That fact assumed an important place in Neeld's review of the situation.
Startled they turned to look, and then they both broke into merry laughter. The trumpery thing had seemed a sign to them, and now the sign was broken. Their first kiss was mirthful over its destruction. With a sigh of joy she disengaged herself from him. "That's settled then," said Harry. He paused a moment. "You had Janie and Bob Broadley here to-night? I saw them as I lay hidden by the road.
The rider came up in a few minutes and drew rein at the sight of his figure, but, as Harry did not move, made as though he would ride on again with no more than the customary country salute of "Good-night." "Who is it?" asked Harry, peering through the darkness. "Me Bob Broadley," was the answer. "You're late." "I've been at the Club at Blentmouth. The Cricket Club's Annual Dinner, you know."
Bosville , and gave him an account of my having passed a day at Lincoln, unexpectedly, and therefore without having any letters of introduction, but that I had been honoured with civilities from the Reverend Mr. Simpson, an acquaintance of his, and Captain Broadley, of the Lincolnshire Militia; but more particularly from the Reverend Dr.
But Bob Broadley, a literal man, found no warrant for fresh hope in any of the not very significant words which he repeated to himself as he rode home up the valley of the Blent. "You're a dreadful flirt, Janie," said Mina, as she kissed her friend. Janie was not a raw girl; she was a capable young woman of two-and-twenty. "Nonsense," she said rather crossly.
A hypothetical, now impossible, yet subtly soothing Major of thirty routed Bob Broadley and carried all before him. In other words Duplay was driven back to the Last Ditch of Consolation. What we could have done is the latest-tried plaster for the wound of what we cannot do; it would be wise to try it sometimes a little earlier. From the orthodox sentimentalist he could claim no compassion.
But a dying mother's appeal would count with almost irresistible strength in such a case; and Harry was sure of being furnished with this aid. He came to Fairholme a day or two after Janie had talked with Bob Broadley. She was on the lawn; with her Mina Zabriska and a small, neat, elderly man, who was introduced to him as Mr Jenkinson Neeld.
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