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I have not been to Thexford for two years; the house is kept up, of course; I have often intended going there; but there are the other places." "Pity!" said Mr. Clendon, looking straight before him, as if he were calling up a memory. "It is a beautiful place; perhaps the most beautiful you've got " "You've got," muttered Lord Sutcombe, bitterly. Mr. Clendon ignored the interruption.
"I do not know whether I should be doing right in giving you Miss Grant's address," said Mr. Clendon at last. "But I will admit that I am tempted to do so." "If you would " began Derrick; but Mr. Clendon stopped him with an upraised hand. "You say that you are a friend of Miss Grant's I seem to remember you, though I have only seen you at a distance, and then indistinctly.
Clendon; and his tone, though courteously conventional, was fraught with a certain earnestness. "Of course, I will, sir," replied Derrick, promptly.
"I am an old friend of Lord Sutcombe's; and I have come down to inquire after him, to see him if it is possible." "Certainly, sir," said the butler; and he led the way to the drawing-room. But Celia drew Mr. Clendon into the library. "Stay with me here," she begged him. "I will go up to the Marquess's room and see if he is well enough to be told that you are here.
"You have been here before, you know the Marquess?" said Celia. "Yes, you said so. How strange! Why, Mr. Clendon," she broke off, turning upon him, with a flush of gratitude, "I see now, I see now! It was you who got me the place here. And I never guessed it! Oh, how good you have been to me! And you hid it." Her hand pressed his. The old man frowned slightly.
With a glance at Derrick, the old man took it and broke the seals slowly. There was no surprise on his face as he read the enclosures. Perhaps he had foreseen that which the packet contained. He read, in absolute silence, the two men watching him; Mr. Jacobs with a cheerful countenance, Derrick with an anxious regard; then presently, Mr. Clendon looked up.
Clendon seemed to consider for a moment; as if he had expected this difficulty. He wrote the single letter "W" on a piece of paper he found in his pocket, and handed it to the man. "Please give this to his lordship," he said, still with that quiet air of dignity and composure which had impressed the porter, against his will.
"I was an only child, and suddenly found myself alone in the world. Oh, of course, there were relatives and friends, and some of them were kind, oh, very kind" once more Mr. Clendon nodded, as if he understood "but but I felt that I would rather make my own way.
She rose, painfully, wearily, and moved with difficulty; for the floor seemed to rock under her, the room to swing round. It was Mr. Clendon. "I'm sorry to trouble you " he began; then he saw her face, and, closing the door behind him, took her hand in his. "You are ill," he said. To attempt concealment she felt would be impossible; worse, ridiculous.
She laid her hand on the wrinkled one which rested on his stick. "But don't you think it is quite extraordinary? Surely one does not usually get such a post as this so easily as I have done! There is a kind of magic in it. You" she looked at him keenly, searchingly "Mr. Clendon, have you had any hand in this?" He looked up at her and shrugged his shoulders.
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