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"There's only one thing," John Steele looked at him; his voice was steady, quiet. "And we've already spoken about that. You will let me know if Ronsdale doesn't keep to the letter of the condition?" "Very well." Captain Forsythe's expression changed slightly, but the other did not appear to notice.
"But do you think the training and tutoring that Jenkins received equal to an education like Forsythe's or yours?" "They learn more facts," answered Denman. "The training makes a man of a bad boy, and a gentleman of a good one.
Forsythe's illness was something beside interest and occupation. The horror of her possible death hung over the young girl, and seemed to sap her youth and vigor. Her face was drawn and haggard, and her pleasant gray eyes had lost their smile. Somehow Mr.
Denner stopped talking about a new sort of fly for trout, and said he thought yes, he really thought, he had better be going, but he waited to listen with open-mouthed admiration to the ease with which the young fellow talked. Mr. Forsythe's conversation was directed to Mrs. Dale, but it was for Lois; nor did he seem aware of the silence which fell on the rest of the company. Mrs. Dale enjoyed it.
Forsythe surveyed Gardley rudely, almost insolently, as if his position beside the lady gave him rights beyond the other, and he resented the coming of the stranger. Gardley's gaze was cold, too, as he met the look, and his eyes searched Forsythe's face keenly, as though they would find out what manner of man was riding with his friend.
"No chance to get you to change your mind, I suppose?" "Not in the least!" For a few moments Forsythe said nothing; then, "Weed?" he asked, offering Steele a cigar. "Don't believe I'll begin just yet a while." "Oh!" significantly. "Quite fit, eh?" Forsythe's tone sounded, in the least, scoffing; John Steele went to the window; stood with his back to it.
Yet if it was true, it must have been right to tell her; I suppose it was my brutal way!" Lois went at once to Mrs. Forsythe's bedside, eager to hear of some improvement, but the invalid only shook her head wearily. "No, no better," she said; "still breathing, that's all. But you must not grieve; it only distresses me." Lois knelt down, and softly kissed her hand. "My only trouble," Mrs.
Forsythe, laid her shaking hand on the girl's bowed head. "Oh, look at me! You give me life when you say that. Will you promise to say yes, Lois?" She lifted her head, but she would not look into Mrs. Forsythe's eyes. "Yes," she answered, twisting her fingers nervously together. "I promise if if he wants me." "Oh, my dear, my dear!" Mrs.
Gillett; the latter would remember it in connection with the 'Frisco Pet; presumably turn to it as a likely spot to search for him who had been forced to leave Captain Forsythe's home. That contingency nay, probability had to be considered; the one person he most needed to find had taken refuge in one of the places he would have preferred not to enter.
The French windows looking out on the porch were, as usual, open. It was an odd sensation thus to be regarding one's husband objectively. For the first time he appeared to her definitely as a stranger; as much a stranger as the man who came once a week to wind Mrs. Forsythe's clocks. Nay, more. There was a sense of intrusion in this visit, of invasion of a life with which he had nothing to do.
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