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Easterfield approaching. He recognized him, although he had had but one brief interview with him one day at the toll-gate some time before. Mr. Easterfield was a man absorbed in business, and the first summer Mrs. Easterfield was at Broadstone he was in Europe engaged in large and important affairs, and had not been at the summer home at all.
Anything he could tell her would only heap more unhappiness upon her, and the longer he could keep his news from her the better it would be for her. Olive had not joined the Broadstone party at dinner the night before. She had been too tired, and had gone directly to her room, where, after a time, Mrs. Easterfield joined her; and the two talked late.
A thousand pardons, and he retreated; while Philip, after a moment's wonder, pursued his walk. The Hollywell party entered Broadstone in a very different temper, and greatly did they enjoy the concert, both for themselves and for each other. In the midst of it, while Amy was intent on the Italian words of a song, Guy touched her hand, and pointed to a line in the programme
But never mind, Oliver is safely in, and as soon as the Government is formed, I will come to Tallyn, and we will laugh at these woes. I can't write at greater length now, for Broadstone has just summoned me. You will have seen that he went to Windsor this morning. Now the agony begins. Let's hope it may be decently short. I am just off for town. "Yours ever, John Ferrier."
The captain got down from his buggy, hitched his mare to a post, and then shook hands with Miss Port. "Dick Lancaster has gone boating to-day with the Broadstone people," he said. "What!" exclaimed Miss Port. "Gone there again already? Why it was only yesterday you took dinner with them." "Lunch," corrected the captain. "Well, you may call it what you please," said Maria, "but I call it dinner.
I love you so much that I can scarcely see the table and the people." "Thank you," she said, "and that is all for the next twenty-four hours." Mr. Rupert Hemphill. That afternoon it rained, so that the Broadstone people were obliged to stay indoors. Dick Lancaster found Mr. Fox a very agreeable and well-informed man, and Mrs. Fox was also an excellent conversationalist. Mrs.
When at last he emerged upon the turnpike he lost the track of the bicycle, but still he went on, all the way to Broadstone; a girl might be lying senseless by the side of the road, even on the pike, which at this time was not much frequented.
When Miss Port approached the toll-gate on her return she was very anxious to stop, and hoped that the captain would be at the gate. Fortune favored her again, and there he stood in the doorway of the little tollhouse. "Oh, captain," she exclaimed, extending herself somewhat over the butcher's knees in order to speak more effectively, "I've been to Broadstone, and I've seen your niece.
Well, now then you have seen Broadstone?" She rose to question him, the political passion in her veins asserting itself against her weariness. She was still in her travelling dress. From her small, haggard face the reddish hair was drawn tightly back; the spectacled eyes, the dry lips, expressed a woman whose life had hardened to dusty uses.
But no, she went back to Broadstone to please herself, and left him to wander up and down the roads looking for her in the dark. When the captain met old Jane at the door of the tollhouse her salutation did not smooth his ruffled spirits, for she told him that she and Mr.
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