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At first she was cautious and rather implied than stated her meaning, but by degrees she threw off her reserve. Although Evelyn and her mother generally agreed, Mrs. Halliday felt she was antagonistic, and this disturbed her. Evelyn was not romantic; as a rule, her judgment was cool and sound, but she was human, and it began to look as if she were strongly attracted by Jim Dearham.
They gave me some satisfaction; after all, the Dearham blood is what Canadian Jim would probably call red. I don't know what color yours is, unless you like to think it blue." Mordaunt said nothing. Bernard was often bitter, particularly when he had gout. When a servant came to help the old man in, Mordaunt went to the library where he wrote a note to Jim.
For all that, he knew how long he had left the shack and how much ground he had covered. Men like Dearham learn such things, and by the half-instinctive faculties they develop Canadian traffic is carried on in winter storms. Telegraph linesmen in the bush and railroad hands on mountain sections use powers beyond the imagining of sheltered city men.
I think I do mean something like that. I feel now and then as if there was another Jim Dearham who, so to speak, hadn't developed yet. In a way, I'm afraid of him." Carrie looked thoughtful, but her eyes were soft. "Jake and I are satisfied with the Jim we know. Still, perhaps, you ought to give the other his chance."
She was rather tall and finely, but slenderly, proportioned, and when she looked up he knew she was as beautiful as he had thought. Then he roused himself and went forward with his friends. Mordaunt presented him to Mrs. Halliday, who gave him her hand with a gracious smile. "I knew you when the car came up the drive. You look a Dearham," she said.
"I imagine you couldn't find a better site for the kennels," Mordaunt replied. "Langrigg is near the deep water where the big fish lie and you can generally find an otter " He stopped, and Herries said, "Yes, of course! But this is not altogether what we mean. Do you think Dearham would take the post?" "It's possible," said Mordaunt, very dryly. "Have you decided to ask him?"
"Choosing a master of hounds is an important job. Would Dearham fill the post properly?" "I think not," Mordaunt answered in a quiet voice. "Oh, well," remarked another. "I suppose there is no more to be said." Mordaunt lighted a fresh cigarette. "I want you to understand. Jim Dearham is my relation, but I feel my responsibility.
"I believe she said you ought to go, because the thing needed a lighter touch than mine." Mrs. Halliday smiled. "Your touch is not often clumsy, Lance. But what line did Jim take? I suppose we must call him Jim." "A significant concession, but he certainly shows the Dearham vein! He used some warmth and indulged a little raw sentiment. Expediency doesn't count for much with him."
They returned to Langrigg, and after breakfast Jim went to the marsh, where the men he had engaged were at work. Soon after he had gone, a car from Dryholm came up the drive and Carrie met Bernard Dearham on the steps. "I came to ask how Jim is. Lance told me about the accident," he said. "I expect you won't let me see him yet?" "You might see him if you crossed the marsh.
However, I have a rich relation, from whom I want nothing, but whom the others think I ought to satisfy." "Bernard Dearham? Dick Halliday talked about him." Jim nodded. "Bernard is my grandfather Joseph's brother. Joseph was satisfied to live quietly at Langrigg like a small country gentleman; Bernard got rich by opening some iron mines not far off. Joseph married twice, and Mrs.
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