Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 21, 2025
"He is a clever man, and it will be a compliment to ask a distinguished scholar like Mr. Charrington to meet him. If the Logans had been here we should have invited them." Cedric felt a little ashamed of himself. "I daresay you are right," he said grudgingly, "but it will be so precious slow. Well, I'm off. Look after Herrick while I am gone," with a fine assumption of manly dignity.
Swiftly Lady Ruthven motioned them into the library that opened off the hall, where they stood gazing at each other, awed and silent. "Heaven help them!" at length gasped Jack. "Let go my arm, Dr. Charrington," said Miss Ruthven. "You are hurting me." "Your pardon, a thousand times. I didn't know. This is more than I can well stand." "It will be well to leave them for a time, Dr.
"This is the Duff Charrington invitation, I suppose," she said, opening the letter. "Well, she does it nicely, at any rate, even if, as Dr. Bulling suggests, somewhat against her inclination." Again she sat back in silent dreaming, her eyes looking far away down the coming years of triumph. Surely enough, the big world was drawing near to listen.
"Come, Charrington," replied his friend, "you don't often play the coward. You've simply got to go. But why should you tell?" "Tell? He'll see it in my face. That last report of Bruce Fraser's he would read in my eyes. I see the ghastly words yet, 'Quite hopeless. Heart seriously involved. Cannot be long delayed. I say, old man, I suppose I ought to go, but you've got to come along and make talk.
Duff Charrington waved them aside. "Purely selfish," she said, "purely selfish, my dear. Now don't let Bulling worry you. I pick him for a winner, too. He has force. He'll be a power in the country. Inclines to politics. He's a kind of brute, of course, but he'll succeed, for he has wealth and social prestige, neither to be sniffed at, my child. But, especially, he has driving power.
It was the mother that desired it, not from cruelty, but from love. It is because it is best, that I go to-morrow. Good-bye." Then turning to Iola he said, "I shall see you to-night." He lifted his hat and turned away. "Drive home, Smith," said Mrs. Charrington sharply; "the others will find their way." "Take me home," whispered Iola, with dry lips. "Do you love him?" said Mrs.
"A beautiful past it was," replied Margaret gently. "We ought to be thankful that we have it." "Have you heard anything?" inquired Dick. "No. Iola's letter was the last. He had left London shortly after her arrival, so Jack Charrington had told her. She didn't know where he had gone. Charrington thought to the West somewhere, but there has been no word since."
"No, he doesn't want me," said Iola. "Mrs. Charrington," said Dr. Bulling, "he has a grudge against me because of a fancied insult." "Ah," said Mrs. Duff Charrington, "I understand. What do you say, Miss Lane? We can easily go back." "Oh, let us not talk about it, Mrs. Charrington," said Iola hurriedly; "he is gone." "As you wish, my dear. Daisy, take Dr. Bulling down to the cabin.
This, of course, was not butler's business, but Knight said the footmen were stupid, and Charrington had been persuaded or bribed into performing the duty. Annesley's life of suppression had made her shy of putting herself forward; and though Knight had never told her that she would be a disturbing element in the den, his silence had bolted the door for her.
Duff Charrington had no fault to find with the sparkling animation of her protegee. But to the three who stood together waiting for the train to pull out that night there was only dreary, voiceless misery. There was no pretence at anything but misery. To the brothers the moment of parting would be the end of all that had been so delightful in their old life.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking