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Nominally, of course, she was the female head of the household, but Considine, aware of her limited domestic experience, and her ignorance of English customs, had secured a housekeeper from his own home in Wiltshire, a Mrs. Bemerton, who also filled the office of matron. As might be expected in a woman of Considine's choice, Mrs.
The paragraph in Considine's advertisement that had first attracted her had made her wonder if his school might not develop into a collection of oddities, but all the pupils that she saw were not only the sons of gentlemen but obviously normal. She felt that their influence, seconding the control of Considine, must surely have a stabilising effect upon Arthur, and was content.
The strain made him more shaky than usual, and when telegrams began to flutter in from Radway's relatives a few days later Radway had left no address and so they had been forced to wire to the Halbertons he threw up the sponge altogether. His weakness was Considine's opportunity.
Considine's discipline she mimed her words startlingly "I was sick sick sick to death. You forget, Jaff Chayne, the mountains of Albania." "Perhaps I did," said he, with his steady eyes fixed on her. "But I remember 'em now. Would you like to go back?" She put her hands for a few seconds before her face, as though to hide swift visions of slaughtered enemies, then dashed them away. "No. Not now.
She could not resist the temptation of seeing the last of him, and so they travelled down together. This time she stayed a couple of days at Lapton. It was part of Considine's plan to let parents see as much of the place as they wanted, if only to convince them that they were getting their money's worth. Everything that Mrs. Payne saw reassured her.
In winter the county families went to sleep like dormice, so that no strange-calling conveyances passed the lodge-gates at Lapton, and the life of Gabrielle was like that of those sad roses that lingered on the south wall beneath her bedroom window in a state that was neither life nor death. If she had shared Considine's interest in his profession things might have been different.
"He said he would put the police on to a job about some cattle at Cross-roads," said Hugh. The rage fairly flashed out of Considine's eyes. "He said that, did he?" he yelled. "The rotten informer! Well, you tell Flash Jack from me that where he can put me away for one thing I can put him away for half-a-dozen; and if I go into gaol for a five-stretch he goes in for ten.
As we came near he started up, and as he pulled off his cap to salute us, gave a sharp and piercing glance at the count, then at me, then once more upon my companion, from whom his eyes were turned to the brass-bound box beneath his arm, when, as if seized with a sudden impulse, he started on his feet, and set off towards the house with the speed of a greyhound, not, however, before Considine's practised eye had anticipated his plan; for throwing down the pistol-case, he dashed after him, and in an instant had seized him by the collar.
One of their neighbours had lately been killed in the Boer War. Her letter paved the way for Considine's triumph. He wrote and told her that he thought he could now safely say that there was nothing at all abnormal about her son. He did not wish to take undue credit for the revolutionary change in Arthur's disposition, but could not help feeling that the boy was a credit to the Lapton regime.
In the end he became conscious of her scrutiny and smiled across at her. And this broke the spell of reflection. She heard Considine's voice: 'I will take up the defence of your reputation, she said. 'You may leave it in my hands. And with that she withdrew out of the library. "That's the end of chapter nineteen." He closed the book, putting a marker in it methodically, as was his wont.
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