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Updated: May 28, 2025
On the Friday evening a telegram was received from John Derringham saying he would return on the Saturday night, and Mr. Hanbury-Green felt this was the moment to act. He had no intention of having any quarrel with his rival, or of putting himself in the position of being called upon to give an account of himself.
Derringham had launched forth the abominable and preposterous theory that the only thing the Radicals would bring England to would be the necessity of returning to barbarism and importing slaves then their schemes applied to the present inhabitants of the country might all work.
John Derringham made a point of slipping away on the Easter Tuesday afternoon; he determined to drink tea with the Misses La Sarthe.
"She looked too sweet," Cora went on. "She was wearing becoming modern clothes, and seemed to me to have grown so pretty. But she was very pale and quiet. She came to tea with me the next day I cannot say how she fascinates me. I just love her and then, on the Saturday she was to go abroad with the Professor." "Really?" said John Derringham, while he could feel his heart begin to beat very fast.
"Oh, my dear," he said, and could articulate no more because a lump grew in his throat. "Everything is so simple when we know of it," she went on, "but everyone has not had the fortune to learn nature and the forces which we must encourage or guard against. And Mr. Derringham, who had to mix with the world, ran many dangers which could not come to you and me at La Sarthe Chase. Ah, Cheiron!
Cheiron pictured things John Derringham flattered and courted by the world and surrounded by adoring woman, while Halcyone sat at home in some quiet corner and received the scraps of his attentions that were left. No! decidedly he would have no hand in aiding the sorry affair. So he used his influence and even a little cunning in preventing Halcyone from writing to her lover.
John Derringham had been sulky as a bear at the idea of coming, but something in the quaintly pathetic refinement of the poor and splendid old house pleased him, and the aroma of untouched early-Victorian prudish grace which the ancient ladies threw around them appealed to his imagination, as any complete bit of art or nature always did.
She disliked this conversation; it was not as fine as she liked to think were the methods of both the men who were carrying it on. John Derringham reddened up to his temples, where there were a few streaks of gray in his dark hair which added to the distinction of his finely cut, rather ascetic face.
"Good-night, and good-by, dear Miss Clinker," he said; "I am glad to have had this opportunity of thanking you again and again for your sweet goodness to me when I was ill; it was something which I shall never forget." "Oh, Mr. Derringham!" said Arabella, "you haven't parted from Mrs. Cricklander, have you?"
"I must be going," Halcyone then announced and got up from her chair "and I will tell my aunts that they may expect you to-morrow night," she continued, addressing Mr. Carlyon. He rose and prepared to accompany her down the garden. She bowed to John Derringham with quiet dignity as he still lay on the ground and walked on by the side of her Professor without further words.
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