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Then the Major quickly changed the topic of conversation, and afterwards he and his friend passed along to their table and sat down to eat. I could not help noticing that Jack Durnford was upset at what he had learnt, yet I hesitated just then to put any question to him. I resolved to approach the subject later, so as to allow him time to question me if he wished to do so.
Unless his business had been very urgent indeed, he would not have run the risk of disturbing Mr. Durnford at his studies by going to see him on any other morning than this. But he knew that, on Monday morning, the minister was accustomed to throw himself somewhat on the loose, and was rather glad, than otherwise, to welcome a congenial visitor at that time. Mr.
"Well, now," asked the minister, "as to what in particular?" "Chiefly as to the way he's squandering his money." "Oh, I wasn't aware Mr. Horn had become a spendthrift! You must have been misinformed, Mr. Caske," and Mr. Durnford looked the brewer intently in the face. "Ah," said Mr. Caske, somewhat uneasily, "you don't take me, sir. It's not that he spends his money.
"Yes," replied "Cobbler" Horn, with a quiet smile; and he sighed faintly, as though he wished it were permissible to rid himself thus easily of his golden encumbrance. "But that is not all, Mr. Durnford," he then said. "No, Mr. Horn, you feel that it would not do to cast your bread on the waters in that literal sense.
One pleasant spring evening, Mr. Durnford set out on one of what he called his "financial tours" amongst this section of his members. The first house to which he went and, as it proved, the last was that of a very rich brewer, who was one of the main pillars of the Church. There were other members of Mr. Durnford's flock who were of the same trade. This was not gratifying to Mr.
"Cobbler" Horn listened attentively; and, having entered in his note-book the names Mr. Durnford had given him, promised also to consider the more general suggestions he had made. "I am very much obliged to you, sir," he said; "and shall often come to you for advice of this kind." "As often as you like, Mr. Horn," laughed the minister; "it doesn't cost much to give advice.
Horn, I was indeed a little outcast girl. Did not Mr. Durnford tell you that the dear friends who have brought me up are not my actual parents?" "Yes," replied "Cobbler" Horn, slowly, "he certainly did. But I did not suspect " "Of course not!" laughed the young girl. "You would never dream of insulting me by supposing that I had once been a little tramp!"
Durnford, quietly, "I've heard of that." "Well, there was a mad trick, to begin with," resumed Mr. Caske, in a severe tone. "And then there's that big house in the village which, it's said, all belongs to him. He's fitting it up to be a sort of home for street arabs and gipsy children; and it's costing him thousands of pounds that he'll never see again!" "Yes, I know about that too."
I, however, recollected Jack's word, when I had described the visit of the Lola to Leghorn, and further I recollected that very shortly he would be back in London from his term of Mediterranean service. "Well," I said after a pause, "I happen to know Captain Durnford very well, but I had no idea that he was friendly with Leithcourt." The Red Priest smiled, stroking his white beard.
He sat calm and collected, awaiting the appearance of his child. His friends were all around him. Mr. Durnford, Tommy Dudgeon, Mr. Burton all were there; and there, too, was Miss Jemima, no longer grim, but subdued almost to meekness. Then it was done in a moment. The door opened, and Mrs. Burton entered, leading the young secretary by the hand.
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