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Helen Fairclough looked away. There was a slight mist before her eyes. "I had a letter this morning," she replied. "She seems to have heard nothing at all encouraging so far." "And you haven't heard from Major Felstead himself, I suppose?" The girl shook her head. "Not a line," she sighed. "It's two months now since we last had a letter."
He bowed slightly and drew himself up. For a moment it seemed as though they were entering upon a duel the slight, beautiful woman and the man in rags. "Just now," she began, "you told us that you saw Major Felstead, my brother, fifty-six hours ago." "That is so," he assented. "But it is impossible!" she pointed out. "My brother is a prisoner of war in Germany."
Johnson, however, fired a parting shot as she rose to go. "You were not in the same regiment as Major Felstead, were you, Mr. Lessingham?" she asked. "No," he answered calmly. Philippa was busy with her adieux. Mrs. Johnson remained indomitable. "What was your regiment, Mr. Lessingham?" she persisted. "You must forgive my seeming inquisitive, but I am so interested in military affairs."
She glanced more than once at Lessingham, who was sitting by her side, almost in admiration. His conversation, gay at times, always polished, was interlarded continually with those little social reminiscences inevitable amongst men moving in a certain circle of English society. Apparently Richard Felstead was not the only one of his college friends with whom he had kept in touch.
I dare say he didn't find it so difficult to get me better quarters and a servant, and decent food, but when they told me that I was free well, it nearly knocked me silly." "The dear fellow!" Philippa murmured pensively. "Do you remember him, either of you?" Felstead continued. "Rather good-looking he was, and a little shy, but quite a sportsman." "I seem to remember," Philippa admitted.
Then he was taken prisoner in that horrible Pervais affair, and sent to the worst camp in Germany. Since then, of course, Philippa and I have had a wretched time, worrying." "Major Felstead is Lady Cranston's only brother, is he not?" Griffiths enquired. "And my only fiancé," she replied, with a little grimace.
There was a voice in the hail a familiar voice, though strained a little and hoarse; Mills' decorous greetings, agitated but fervent. And then Major Richard Felstead! "Dick!" Helen screamed, as she threw herself into his arms. "Oh, Dick! Dick!" It was an incoherent, breathless moment. Somehow or other, Philippa found herself sharing her brother's embrace.
If a trifle subdued, his quiet manners, and a sense of humour which every now and then displayed itself, were most attractive. "Wish you'd come and dine with us and meet our colonel, sir," Harrison asked him. "He was at Magdalen a few years after Major Felstead, and I am sure you'd find plenty to talk about." "I am quite sure that we should," Lessingham replied.
"So you were at Magdalen with Major Felstead?" another caller remarked in mild wonder. "Mr. Lessingham and my brother were great friends," Philippa explained. "Mr. Lessingham used to come down to shoot in Cheshire." Lady Cranston's guests were all conscious of a little indefinable disappointment. The gossip concerning this stranger's appearance in Dreymarsh was practically strangled. Mrs.
"It really doesn't amount to that," Lessingham assured her. "In my own heart I feel convinced that I have come here on a fool's errand. No object that I could possibly attain in this neighbourhood is worth the life of a man like Richard Felstead." "Oh, he's right!" Helen exclaimed. "Think, Philippa! What is there here which the whole world might not know? There are no secrets in Dreymarsh.
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