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An old man, in a crowded emigrant car, with a bundle under his arm, watched the arrival of the Gaddesden party. He saw Anderson accost them on the platform, and then make his way to his own coach just ahead of them. The train sped westwards through the Manitoba farms and villages.
Suddenly into the midst of them, while Mrs. Gaddesden was talking endlessly in her small plaintive voice about rations and queues there dropped the sound of a car passing the windows, and a boy's clear voice. 'Desmond! cried Pamela, with almost a sob of relief, and like one escaping from a nightmare she sprang up and ran to greet her brother.
'Don't you remember the day Arthur Chicksands spent here just before Desmond went? Don't you remember how he talked to you all the afternoon about the woods? Well, I saw Pamela's face as she was sitting behind you. Mrs. Gaddesden raised a triumphant though tear-stained countenance.
Gaddesden, discreetly, yet not without giving her some significant information; he did whatever small services were possible in the case of a man who went about Canada as a Johnny Head-in-air, with his mind in another hemisphere; and it was understood that he was to leave them at Vancouver.
Just at the worst, he heard a knock at the library door. Before he could say 'Come in, it was hurriedly opened, and his two married daughters confronted him Pamela, too, behind them. 'Father! cried Mrs. Gaddesden, 'you must please let us come and speak to you! What on earth was wrong with them?
But the conversation was interrupted by a reproachful appeal from Yerkes. "Breakfast, my lady, has been hotted twice." The Canadian looked at Elizabeth curiously, lifted his hat, and went away. "Well, if this doesn't take the cake!" said Philip Gaddesden, throwing himself disconsolately into an armchair. "I bet you, Elizabeth, we shall be here forty-eight hours. And this damp goes through one."
A motor had been sent to meet the express train at the country town fifteen miles off. Mrs. Gaddesden looked round her in the warm dusk, as though trying to forecast how Martindale and its inmates would look to the new-comer.
And you must be very kind to him, darling just as kind as you can be for he has had a hard time he saved Philip's life and he is an uncommonly fine fellow!" And with that great readiness to talk about everything except just what Mrs. Gaddesden most wanted to know.
"Oh, he'll get over it; there will very likely be nothing to get over," Delaine reflected tartly, as he made his way to his room. "A new country like this can't be too particular." He was thankful, at any rate, that he would have an opportunity before long for he was going straight home and to Cumberland of putting Mrs. Gaddesden on her guard.
But she quickly consoled herself by the reflection that he must have seen by now, poor fellow, how hopeless it was; and that being so, what was there to be said against admitting him to their circle, as a real friend of all the family Philip's friend, Elizabeth's, and her own? That night Mrs. Gaddesden was awakened by her maid between twelve and one. Mr.
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