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In society such as well, such as you get in a cathedral town, you know, no man of reputation can afford to keep silence when his his character is affected." Mary picked up some needlework and began to be much occupied with it. "Is Dr. Ransford's character affected?" she asked. "I wasn't aware of it, Mrs. Folliot."
Ransford," replied Mrs. Folliot, "told me this morning that on the morning of the accident, happening to look out of one of her upper windows, she saw a man whom, from the description given in the newspapers, was, Mrs. Deramore feels assured, was the mysterious stranger, crossing the Close towards the Cathedral in, Mrs. Deramore is positive, a dead straight line from Dr.
"Then you knew Braden the man who lost his life here?" asked Folliot. "Very well indeed," replied Glassdale. "For how long?" demanded Folliot. "Some years as a mere acquaintance, seen now and then," said Glassdale. "A few years, recently, as what you might call a close friend." "Tell you any of his secrets?" asked Folliot. "Yes, he did!" answered Glassdale.
General Quitman remained at San Augustin, to which point General Shields returned with his command. General Twiggs was at San Angel, and General Pillow at Mexcoac. Previous to the occurrences just narrated, Major Folliot Thornton Lally had on August 6th marched with a force of about one thousand men from Vera Cruz.
"Do you count yourself among them?" asked Mary in a cold fashion which would have been a warning to any one but her visitor. "Am I to understand that, Mrs. Folliot?" "Certainly not, my dear," answered Mrs. Folliot promptly. "Otherwise I should not have done what I have done towards establishing the foolish man's innocence!" Mary dropped her work and turned a pair of astonished eyes on Mrs.
Bryce heard of this tribute to John Braden next day from Mrs. Folliot, Sackville Bonham's mother, a large lady who dominated certain circles of Wrychester society in several senses. Mrs. Folliot was one of those women who have been gifted by nature with capacity she was conspicuous in many ways.
"What do you think of the results?" "Magnificent!" exclaimed Mary. "I never saw anything so fine!" "No!" agreed Folliot, with a quiet chuckle. "Nor anybody else because there's no such rose in England. I shall have to go to some of these learned parsons in the Close to invent me a Latin name for this it's the result of careful experiments in grafting took me three years to get at it.
And from Australia, too! where all the people that are wanted run away to! I have actually been tempted to wonder, Dr. Bryce, if Dr. Ransford knew this man in years gone by? He might have, you know, he might have certainly! And that, of course, would explain the flowers." "There is a great deal in the matter that requires explanation, Mrs. Folliot," said Bryce.
Ransford's," said Mary. "I never saw him and I was in the garden, about that very time, with your stepson, Mr. Folliot." "So Sackville told me," remarked Folliot. "He was present and so was I when Mrs. Deramore was tattling about it in our house yesterday. He said, then, that he'd never seen the man go to your house. You never heard your servants make any remark about it?" "Never!" answered Mary.
"But queer business, you know and ought to be settled. Bad for Ransford to have any sort of a cloud over him. Sorry to see it." "Is that why you came forward with a reward?" asked Mary. But to this direct question Folliot made no answer. He muttered something about the advisability of somebody doing something and went away, to Mary's relief.
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