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Stafford laughed shortly as he looked at the rain-swept hills round which the two good horses were taking the well-appointed phaeton. "Oh, I knew you would come," he said. "It was just this way. You know the governor wrote and asked me to come down to this new place of his at Bryndermere "
That heart of yours was never worth much in the old days, and I daresay it's still more groggy. Besides, we're not in a mining camp or the backwoods now." He sneered. "We're in Sir Stephen Orme's palatial villa on Lake Bryndermere." Sir Stephen stretched out his hand and felt for the decanter, as if he were suddenly blind and could not see it, and poured himself out some brandy.
Thinking that they heard Jessie, whom she had sent to Bryndermere, Ida, half-unconsciously glad of the interruption, followed them slowly across the lawn. Their barking ceased suddenly, and convinced that it was Jessie, she went on to add something to her message. Then, suddenly, she saw a tall figure standing in the shadow of the trees.
Was it possible that he was still thinking of that girl at Bryndermere She thrust the thought, the sickening dread, from her and forced the conventional smile to her face. She danced the first dance with a popular duke who stood high in the government, and a word or two he let drop: "Sir Stephen: a man worthy of the highest honors," made her heart beat with anticipatory triumph.
I know you don't like to have new houses built in Bryndermere; but this is some distance from us we cannot see it from here, or from any part of the grounds, excepting the piece by the lake." "It is built on our land," he said, more quietly, but with the flush still on his face, the angry light in his eyes. "It was bought by fraud, obtained under false pretences.
"Got dinner at the hotel. I came on here at once: heard you'd gone to a dance, and thought I'd wait. I want you to do something for me, Howard I'll tell you all my news some other time not that there's much to tell: I'm well and nourishing, as you see. I want you to go down to Bryndermere. I dare not go myself not yet.
One day I rode to Keswick and back, and when I got home Jason met me at the gate and told me that the steers had 'broken' and had got on the Bryndermere road. I started after them, but missed them for a time, and only came up with them at Landal Water ah, you don't know where that is; well, it is a great many miles. Of course I had a rest coming back, as I could only drive them slowly."
She laughed suddenly, and Stafford asked, with surprise: "Why did you laugh?" "Oh, I was thinking of my father," she said, with a delicious frankness; "he was quite angry about it this morning. It seems that it is built on our land or what was ours and he dislikes the idea of anyone building at Bryndermere." "So should I," said Stafford, laconically.
On one occasion, when returning from Bryndermere, instead of crossing by the ferry she rode round by the other side of the lake, keeping well away from the Villa, lest she should meet anyone belonging to it.
Stafford wouldn't stand, miss." "I suppose not," she said. "Are you going to ride into Bryndermere this morning, Pottinger? If so, I should be glad if you would take these notes to the linen draper's and the chemist's, and bring me back the things I have written for." "Certainly, miss," said Pottinger; then he remembered Stafford's order, and looked anything but certain.
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