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Wilder did not tolerate a type to which she herself undoubtedly owned to some slight connection, and she gave up all effort to awaken interest in the slim, weary young man, who looked half-asleep. "Mr. Heath ought to be here directly," she said, in her loud, clear voice. "Draycott, don't forget to ask him to say grace."
It came suddenly when it did come, it may be remembered. Every one knew it was coming, and yet it was all so impossible, so incredible. I remember Clive Draycott looking foolishly at his recall telegram in the club he had just come home on leave from Egypt and then brandishing it in front of my nose. "My dear old boy," he remarked peevishly, "it's out of the question. I'm shooting on the 12th."
It is not learned in a day that message: there is much watering and weeding to do before the seed can reach perfection, but the Land would not wait. . . . It was greedy then as now; the only difference was the amount of grain available. And when Clive Draycott went to it there was very little. To God Almighty the praise. What there was, was very good.
His father a parson, too; and it wouldn't do Mr Draycott no good. Hadn't you better sign?" "Without seeing my cousin first and making him explain? No. Take away your papers at once." "To my lawyers, sir?" Richard hesitated. "No," he said at last. "I'll see my cousin, and bring him on to you." "Ah! Now that's talking sensible, sir. We can settle it, of course.
At five minutes to nine the next morning Mr. Draycott again presented himself. "Very good of you to see me so soon, sir," he apologized, on Carrados at once receiving him. "I don't know much of English ways I'm an Australian and I was afraid it might be too early." "You could have made it a couple of hours earlier as far as I am concerned," replied Carrados.
It was that evening that Draycott and a pal watched the sun go down over Gozo from St. Paul's Bay, where the statue stands in the sea, and the shallow blue water ripples against the white sandstone. "My God! it can't be true!" His companion turned to him, and his eyes were tired. "It can't be true. We're b " And his lips would not frame the word.
"I was on a short lecturing tour in the Midlands. On Saturday I was in Nottingham. On Monday in Birmingham. I did not return to London until yesterday." Carrados turned to the manager again and indicated Draycott, who so far had remained in the background. "And this gentleman? Did he by any chance come here on Monday?" "He did not, Mr. Carrados.
Something of all this did Draycott feel at that moment; something which caught him and shook him and mocked him. Something which whispered, "You ass, you wretched ass! You think it's you who will suffer; you think it's you who will be acclaimed a hero. Fool! Your sufferings, your achievements, whether you live or die, are as nothing to those of these two women.
Richard hurried down into the extensive grounds, and came plump upon Mr Draycott, the well-known military tutor and coach, tramping laboriously up and down one of the gravel paths, with his hands behind, giving a loud puff at every second step, for he was an enormously fat man, to whom walking was a severe trial, but a trial he persevered in from a wholesome dread that, if he neglected proper exercise, he would grow worse.
He had fair, fluffy hair and a pink face; he was just weak enough to be easily influenced, and he fell platonically in love with every new woman he met without being in the least faithless to the others. Mrs. Wilder had a corner in her heart for him, and he, in return, looked upon Mrs. Wilder as a brilliant and lovely woman very much too good for Draycott.
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