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The Polkingtons were of those people who do not dine. They lunched, though few besides Johnny Gillat, who did not count, had been invited to share that meal with them. They took tea, the daintiest, pleasantest, most charming of teas, as the élite of Marbridge knew; everybody or, rather, a selection of everybody, had had tea with them one time or another.
"Not very soon," another voice spoke out of the gloom of the chimney corner, and Johnny jumped as he recognised it. "Dear me!" he said; "dear me! Mr. Rawson-Clew! How do you do? I am pleased to see you." The motor did not go away very soon; it stayed quite as long, rather longer, in fact, than Mr. Gillat expected.
"Is he in the dining-room?" she said. "I hope you lighted the heater, Mary." Mary said she had, and Mrs. Polkington returned to her interesting subject, only pausing to remark, "How tiresome that your father is not back yet!" For a little none of the three girls moved, then Julia rose. "Are you going down to Mr. Gillat?" her mother asked.
Polkington would probably go somewhere for part of the time, then there could be some real retrenchments not otherwise possible. Mary might be dismissed; Mr. Gillat even might come to board with them for a little; the outside world need not know he was a guest that paid.
And so he came for my address. When was this?" Johnny gave the approximate date, and Julia asked: "Why did he come to you?" Mr. Gillat did not quite know unless it was because he had failed elsewhere. "But he really came to see your father," he said. "Did he see him?" Julia inquired. "No, he was out.
Afterwards she marked the place round and told Johnny and her father there was a choice flower there which was not to be touched. Julia went to the market town as she had arranged. Mr. Gillat worked in the garden; Captain Polkington watched him for a little and then went out, after spending, as he always did, some time getting ready.
I don't mind if you like my plan or not, you will have to put up with it to help me; some one must take care of the cottage." "But you will want to come yourself," Mr. Gillat protested. "Never, unless you are here." In the end Julia had her way. Johnny lived at the cottage, and Mrs. Gray and her grandchild came to keep house. And Billy, Mrs.
Polkington suffered in body, if not in mind, during this hard time, though fortunately she was able to be away a month. The Captain suffered a good deal more, which was perhaps only just; and Johnny Gillat suffered with him, which was not just, though that did not seem to occur to him.
Gillat, she was too ashamed; not that he saw it in that light; he didn't think he had been in any way badly used, he never did. "Well," she said, "then you came back to town and looked after father to the best of your abilities? I suppose you could not do much good?" Johnny rubbed his hand along his chair again for a little.
He was proud and pleased to do so, and did not in the least mind the extreme irritation of the skin which befalls those who rub off the old loose husks. A place was prepared for the bulbs in one of the sheds, the wide shelf cleared and partitions made in it by Mr. Gillat, who also spent some time in writing labels for each of the divisions.
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