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Mills made his appearance with the decanter of port. "I beg your ladyship's pardon," he said, as he filled Felstead's glass, "but Mr. Lessingham has arrived and is in the library, waiting to see you." To Major Richard Felstead, Mills' announcement was without significance.
Then the fire of questions and answers was presently interrupted by Mills, triumphantly bearing in a fresh dish of curry. "What will the Major take to drink, your ladyship?" he asked. Felstead laughed a little chokingly. "Upon my word, there's something wonderfully sound about Mills!" he said.
Philippa drew her visitor on one side presently, and made him sit with her in a distant corner of the room. "I knew there was something I wanted to say to you," she began, "but somehow or other I forgot when I met you. My husband was very much struck with Helen's improved spirits. Don't you think that we had better tell him, when he returns, that we had heard from Major Felstead?"
Felstead was helping himself to cheese, and he saw nothing of the quick glance which passed between the two women. "Yes, we had them, Dick," Philippa told him. "It was one afternoon it doesn't seem so very long ago. And oh, how thankful we were!" Felstead nodded. "He got them across all right, then. Tell me, did they come through Holland? What was the postmark?"
"But you are talking nonsense," Philippa insisted. "You say that you saw Major Felstead fifty-six hours ago. You cannot mean us to believe that fifty-six hours ago you were at Wittenberg." "That is precisely what I have been trying to tell you," he agreed. "But it isn't possible!" Helen gasped.
He was a Swede in those days." "What a dear he must have been to have remembered and to have been so faithful!" Philippa observed, looking away for a moment. "He's a real good sort," Felstead declared enthusiastically, "although Heaven knows why he's turned German! He worked like a slave for me.
"You are speaking of your brother, Major Felstead?" "My only brother." "I am very much obliged to you, Lady Cranston," Captain Griffiths declared. "I can see that we need not worry any more about Mr. Lessingham." Philippa laughed. "It seems rather old-fashioned to think of you having to worry about any one down here," she observed. "It really is a very harmless neighbourhood, isn't it?"
Felstead was, without a doubt, astonished. He turned round in his chair towards Philippa. "By hand?" he repeated. "Do you mean to say that they were actually brought here by hand?" Perhaps something in his manner warned them. Philippa laughed as she bent over his chair.
"Why, you are the friend," Helen exclaimed, suddenly seizing his hands, "of whom Dick speaks in his letter!" "It has been my great privilege to have been of service to Major Felstead," was the grave admission. "He and I, during our college days, were more than ordinarily intimate. I saw his name in one of the lists of prisoners, and I went at once to Wittenberg."
"You have perhaps, some explanations to make," she went on, with some hesitation; "the condition of your clothes, your somewhat curious form of entrance?" "With your permission." "One moment," Helen intervened eagerly. "Is it possible, Mr. Lessingham, that you have seen Major Felstead lately?" "A matter of fifty-six hours ago, Miss Fairclough.
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