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"I was at school with Joan," replied Miss Roden, with her soft laugh. "And we took a school-girl oath to write to each other every week when we parted. We kept it up for a fortnight." Cornish's smooth face betrayed no surprise; although he had concluded that Miss Roden was years older than Joan. "Perhaps," he said, with ready tact, "you do not take an interest in the same things as Joan.
The summer lightning showed the sands to be bare and deserted. There were no unusual lights on the sea wall. The Kurhaus and the hotels were illuminated and gay. The shore took no heed of the sea tonight. "We've succeeded," said Roden, curtly, and quite suddenly he rolled over in a faint at Cornish's feet.
The following days were quiet enough at the Villa des Dunes, and it is in quiet days that a friendship ripens best. The two girls left there scarcely expected to hear of Cornish's return for some days; but they fell into the habit of walking towards the sea whenever they went out-of-doors, and spent many afternoon hours on the dunes.
Josie's eyes were turned toward the carpet, and a slight blush tinged her cheeks. "Ah," said Jim, "yes; Mr. Cornish's offer. How did you learn of it?" "I got my understanding of it from Mr. Lattimore," said Mrs. Trescott, "and told Josie about it." "Before we consent to carry out this plan," said Josie, "we ... I want to know all about the motives and considerations back of it.
"As to whether we can keep that," said Josie, "we are not discussing now; but there are some other things we should like cleared up." "We don't understand Mr. Cornish's offer to take the property and pay the debts," said Mrs. Trescott. Jim's glance sought mine in a momentary and questioning astonishment; then he calmly returned the widow's look.
He never detected Dorothy between every line of Cornish's letter, and thought that it had only been dictated by inability to meet the present situation. "I cannot very well refuse to go since the fellow asks me," said Roden, grandly. He might as well have displayed his grandeur to a statue.
Sufficient for the social day is the effort to avoid glancing at the cupboard where our neighbour keeps his skeleton. A silence followed Cornish's heroic speech, and it was perhaps better to face it than stave it off. "Yes," said Mrs. Vansittart, at the end of that pause, "I am a widow and childless. I see the questions in your face."
The water company was organized in our office, the gas and electric-light company in Cornish's; but every spout led into the same bin. Mr. Hinckley had induced some country dealers who owned a line of local grain-houses to remove to Lattimore and put up a huge terminal elevator for the handling of their trade.
Courteville to Tony. She had noticed that Mrs. Courteville always arrived early at the floor committee meetings when these were held at the Malgamite office or in Cornish's rooms. Joan wondered, while Mrs. Courteville was kissing her, whether the widow had come with her brother or before him. "Has he not made the room look pretty with that mimosa?" asked Mrs. Courteville, vivaciously.
"I informed him," said Jim, "that I was from Missouri, or words to that effect; and that my own impression was, the majority of the stock in our concerns would control. My present view is that he's showing me." A ghost of a smile went round at this, and Jim began reading Cornish's letter.
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