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Carford accused Henry of taking it, and Henry said he had seen nothing of it. Then came a quarrel, and Mr. Carford, in a fit of temper, drove Henry away from Snow Lodge. There were bitter words on both sides, and after that Mr. Carford closed up the place, and has not been near it since. That is the part of the story Mr. Carford did not tell you." "But where do you come in, Daddy?" asked Nan.
I felt toward him as toward a son, and for years we stayed in Snow Lodge together. "Then I bought this place, and we used to spend part of the year here and part of it at Snow Lodge. It was a fine place winter or summer, Snow Lodge was." Mr. Carford became silent and looked again into the glowing logs on the hearth. "Don't you go to Snow Lodge any more?" asked Nan in a low voice.
I was glad she did not press me, for what I had said was, "Thank God," and I might likely enough have told a lie if she had put me to the question. For after the rest had risen from table he sat there still, calling Carford to join him, and even bidding me sit down by his side.
I was near to them now and already wondering how best to interpose, when, in an instant, the Frenchman lunged, Carford cried out, his sword dropped from his hand, and he fell heavily on the gravel of the terrace. The servants rushed forward and knelt down beside him.
On the other hand, M. de Fontelles was anxious to seek out the French Ambassador, with whom he was on friendly terms, and enlist his interest, first to excuse the abandonment of his mission, and in the second place to explain the circumstances of his duel with Carford.
But he came no nearer the truth, and was reduced to staring idly out of the window till the gentleman who was to make the matter plain should arrive. Thus he saw Carford coming up to the house on foot, slowly and heavily, with a gloomy face and a nervous air.
And what he had seen, that brought back to his mind something that he had nearly forgotten, was the sight of an elderly gentleman driving past the school in a sled. It was aged Mr. Carford, whose runaway team Bert had helped stop that day on the hill. "Will you let me call in Mr. Carford?" asked Bert of the principal. "Call in Mr. Carford?" repeated Mr. Tetlow in some surprise. "What for?"
Carford seemed more worried about the possible injury to his team, and the loss of some of his goods in the sled, than he was concerned about thanking the boys who had stopped the runaways. Then, as he found by looking them over, that the horses were all right, and that nothing was missing, he approached Bert and the others, saying: "Well, boys, I'm much obliged to you. I can't tell you how much.
Carford, who nodded in answer. "Yes," said the aged man, "that was the way of it. Bert did lend that other boy Jimmie he called him his knife. I saw the two boys separate and Jimmie carried off Bert's knife. But that's all I do know. The snowball business I have nothing to do with." "No, I suppose not," said the principal slowly. "I am sorry now that I said what I did, Bert.
With a laugh he stepped nearer to her. A slight sound caught my ear, and, turning my head, I saw Carford on the lowest step of the stairs; he was looking at the pair, and a moment later stepped backwards, till he was almost hidden from my sight, though I could still make out the shape of his figure.
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