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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Yes yes " came to them in Buntingford's deep assenting voice, as he stood with the receiver to his ear. "All right In an hour? That's it. Less, if possible? Well, I think we can do it in less. Good-bye." Helena had also risen. Buntingford emerged. "Geoffrey! Peter! Horne! all of you!" From different parts of the lawn, men appeared running.
The Alcotts, authorized by Philip, made public as much of the story as was necessary, and the presence of the poor son and heir in the Welwyns' house, together with his tragic likeness to his father, both completed and verified it. A wave of unspoken but warm sympathy spread through the countryside. Buntingford's own silence was unbroken.
They took their departure immediately after the scene in the drawing-room when Geoffrey French, at his cousin's wish, gathered Buntingford's guests together, and revealed the identity of the woman in the wood. In the hurried conversation that followed, Cynthia scarcely joined, and she was more than ready when Georgina proposed to go. Julian Horne found them their wraps, and saw them off.
Buntingford saw her whenever the doctors allowed. She claimed his presence indeed, and would not be denied. But she talked little more; and in her latest hours it seemed to those beside her both that the desire to live had passed, and that Buntingford's attitude towards her had, in the end, both melted and upheld her. On the second night after her arrival, towards dawn she sent for him.
She came down to see his son at Buntingford's request, and spent some days in watching the child, with Cynthia as an eager learner beside her. The problem was a rare one. The boy was a deaf-mute, but not blind. His very beautiful eyes ; his father's eyes seemed to be perpetually interrogating the world about him, and perpetually baffled. He cried a monotonous wailing sound but he never smiled.
Friend had first heard in the hall a laugh which seemed somehow out of keeping with the rest of its owner's personality. "Don't be alarmed. I doubt whether that would be news to anybody in this house! But Buntingford's quite her match. Well, ta-ta. Shall I come and help you dress?" "The idea!" cried Mrs. Friend. "Shall I help you?"
Yet she had done her best on that and other occasions and she had been rewarded by being treated in this most critical, most agitated moment like any other of Buntingford's week-end guests. Not a special message even just the news that everybody might now know, and Julian Horne to see them off! Yet Helena had been sent for at once. Helena had been closeted with Philip for half an hour.
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