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But Stephen had forgotten the incident, or else he was not inclined to talk about it. His assertive fit was over. The direct road from Salisbury to Cadover is extremely dull.
When I was there she did mention the matter, but only once. She, and I, and all who have any sense of decency, know better than to make slips, or to think of making them." Agnes kept up what she called "the family connection." She had been once alone to Cadover, and also corresponded with Mrs. Failing. She had never told Rickie anything about her visit nor had he ever asked her.
There was no mystery about it. You saw it for miles. Its hill had none of the beetling romance of Devonshire, none of the subtle contours that prelude a cottage in Kent, but profferred its burden crudely, on a huge bare palm. "There's Cadover," visitors would say. "How small it still looks. We shall be late for lunch."
She implored him to remember that he was a little gentleman; but he forgot the fact if it was a fact and not even the butler could get him down. Mr. Failing, who was sitting alone in the garden too ill to read, heard a shout, "Am I an acroterium?" He looked up and saw a naked child poised on the summit of Cadover. "Yes," he replied; "but they are unfashionable.
His manner was friendly but critical. They agreed he was a nuisance. Then Agnes left, very abruptly, to see Mrs. Failing, and while she was away Rickie had a little stealthy intercourse. Her absence, convenient as it was, puzzled him. Mrs. Silt, half goose, half stormy-petrel, had recently paid a flying visit to Cadover, and thence had flown, without an invitation, to Sawston.
They daren't touch Wilbraham's windows, but there isn't much glass left up at Cadover. When you start, it's worth going on, but in the end I had to cut. They subscribed a bob here and a bob there, and these are Flea Thompson's Sundays. I sent a line to Leighton not to forward my own things: I don't fancy them. They aren't really mine."
"I ought to have been told," said Herbert, his anger increasing. "Had I known, I could have averted this deplorable scene." "Let me conclude it," said Rickie, again collapsing and leaving the dining-room. His impulse was to go straight to Cadover and make a business-like statement of the position to Stephen.
Then Cad Dauntsey. Then Cadford, that side of the stream, connected with Cadover, this. Observe the fertility of the Wiltshire mind." "A terrible lot of Cads," said Agnes brightly. Mrs. Failing divided her guests into those who made this joke and those who did not. The latter class was very small.
I never would suggest such a thing. Why cannot you understand my position? I almost feel it is that you won't." "I try to understand your position night and day dear what you mean, what you like, why you came to Cadover, and why you stop here when my presence is so obviously unpleasing to you." "Luncheon is served," said Leighton, but he said it too late.
And for the first time there came into his face the shadow of a sentiment, the passing tribute to some mystery. "It's a good country. I live in one of the finest valleys out of Salisbury Plain. I mean, I lived." "Have you been dismissed from Cadover, without a penny in your pocket?" He was alarmed at this. Such knowledge seemed simply diabolical.
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