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Stafford's face flushed. "Not there Wouldn't it be rather hot at Bryndermere, sir? Why not Scotland?" Sir Stephen nodded. "All right. Wherever you like, my boy. We've still got some years of the Glenfare place. We'll go there. And, Stafford do you ever remember that I am getting old?"
He informed me that for some time past he has been building a little place on the east side of Bryndermere Lake, that he thought it would be ready by the ninth of this month; and would I go down or is it up? there and meet him, as he was coming to England and would go straight there from Liverpool. Of course there was not time for me to reply, and equally, of course, I prepared to obey.
He had wired for a carriage and pair to meet them at Bryndermere, and Ida leant back and tried to be patient, then to look unconcerned and calm and composed; but she uttered a little cry and nearly broke down when the carriage stopped at the familiar gate, and Jessie, who was standing there, with her hair blown wild by the wind, forgot the inequalities of their positions, and catching her beloved young mistress to her bosom crooned and sobbed over her.
You're of some use in the world, and I the rest of us That's the weir?" he broke off to enquire, as they came in sight of a rude barrier of stones which partially checked the stream. "That is it," she said. "And Jason is right. Some of the big stones have been washed down. What a nuisance! We shall have to get some men from Bryndermere to put them up again."
"You will have some to send to market for the first time this season." "Yes, miss," said Jessie, deftly rolling the eggs into a basket. "But I'm thinking there won't be any need to send them to Bryndermere market.
Jason's just been telling me that the new folks up at Brae Wood have been sending all round the place for eggs and butter and cream and fowls, and Jason says that he can get so much better prices from them than from Bryndermere. He was thinking that he'd put aside all the cream he could spare and kill half a dozen of the pullets if you don't object, Miss Ida?"
I meant going straight down to Bryndermere; and I should have done so, but two days ago I received a telegram telling me that the place would not be ready, and that he would not be there until the eleventh, and asking me to fill up the interval by sending down some horses and carriages.
"No, miss," he replied. "I have the master's hunter and the mare you ride to do yet." She nodded and went out of the stable, humming one of her songs; but she did not go very far. In five minutes she back again. "Oh, Pottinger, don't trouble about those letters. I will ride into Bryndermere myself."
For an instant she was tempted to snatch off the tie; but in the end she let it remain; and she brushed the soft tendrils of her hair at her forehead with unusual care before she fastened on her hat. Her father was walking up and down the terrace slowly as she came out, and he raised his head and looked at her absently. "I shall probably ride into Bryndermere, father," she said.
"I have not seen him laugh since since we left Bryndermere." Her lips came tightly together, and she looked at him and then away from him. "Mr. Howard, you are his friend, his closest friend. I want you to tell me But, no; you would not speak if you were on the rack, would you? No one sees, no one speaks; it is only I who, always watching him, see that there is something wrong.
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