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Indeed, even went so far as to think they would not, and that it would be his duty to take steps unless she was forthcoming soon. "I had better go to his office to-morrow," Julia said; "I suppose you know where it is?" Mr. Gillat did, and they arranged how they would go to-morrow, Johnny, who was to wait outside, solely for the pleasure and excitement of the expedition.
He folded the letter, and returned it to Mr. Gillat. "Thank you," he said; "evidently, as you say, she does not wish to be found, and it would seem she has got some sort of employment, although I am afraid it cannot be of an easy or pleasant sort." He did not explain the reason he had for thinking so, and Mr. Gillat never thought of asking. Soon after he went away.
He had not had a minute's start; he could not have got far, not much more than round the corner of the house. So thought Mr. Gillat, and started round the nearest corner after him. Julia would not have done that; with the instinct of the wild animal and the rogue for cover, and for the value of the obvious in concealment, she would have looked by the water butt first.
He had always regarded Julia as something between an ally and a tolerant go-between; and since she had wrung from him the confession of his difficulties, and helped in the arrangement of them, his feeling for her had leaned more and more towards the former. He had even come to feel a certain protectiveness in her presence, which made him really sorry she was going. Johnny Gillat was sorrier still.
That she did not wish to give her new address, or to hear from Mr. Gillat, or her family, at this new place, as it might spoil her arrangements. Rawson-Clew recognised the last word as a favourite of Julia's; with her it was elastic, and could mean anything, from a piece of lace arranged to fill up the neck of a dress, to a complex and far-reaching scheme arranged to bring about some desired end.
"But you don't say what sort of tulips, which are red and which yellow. Nor what sort of narcissus, which are daffodils and which the bunchy things." "No," Mr. Gillat admitted; "no, they got mixed in the digging up; I forgot, and put them all in the barrow together; that's how it happened." "What? The whole lot?" the Captain inquired. "The streaked daffodil and all? What did Julia say?"
"No, miss," was the answer; "it's another gentleman to see the master." "Who?" Julia's mind was alert for fresh difficulties. "Mr. Rawson-Clew." "I don't know who he is," Mary went on; "I've never set eyes on him before, but he's a grand sort of gentleman; I hardly liked to put him in the dining-room, only missis's orders was 'Mr. Gillat or any gentleman to see the master there."
After that, nearly every day, there was something fresh and interesting for Mr. Gillat and Julia, so that the March wind was forgotten, except in the ill-effect on Captain Polkington with whom it had disagreed a good deal, both in health and temper. That spring, as indeed every spring, there was a flower show in London at the Temple Gardens.
"You are not occupied?" he said; "I do not disturb you?" "Yes, occupied in dishing up the dinner," Julia said, "which is just the best of all times for you to have come. Johnny!" she called; "Johnny, Joost is here." Mr. Gillat, who had been carefully placing the dish where the cinders would fall into it, came to the door. "This is Mr.
Captain Polkington paced the rug once or twice more, then he sat down opposite, giving up all pretence of dignity. "It is money, of course," Julia went on; "I suppose you lost at the races yesterday how much?" The Captain did not answer, he seemed overwhelmed by his troubles. "How much?" Julia repeated, turning to Mr. Gillat. "It was rather much," that gentleman answered apologetically.
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