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"My name's Gillat," he went on. "Captain Polkington is an old friend of mine." "Mr. Gillat?" Rawson-Clew said. He remembered the name, and something Julia had said about the bearer of it. It was he who had given her the big gold watch she wore, and he of whom she had seemed fond, in a half-protecting, half-patient way, that was rather inexplicable at least it was till he saw Mr. Gillat.
Joost arrived not long after Mr. Gillat; Julia heard the gate click as she was taking the meat from before the fire. "Who is that, Johnny?" she asked. Johnny, who had just come down-stairs after taking off his Sunday coat, looked out of the window. "I don't know," he said; "a young man." Julia, having deposited the joint on the dish, went to the kitchen door.
Polkington's voice, face, feelings, sayings, everything. Julia's own behaviour was perfect, though all the time she saw how it looked as plainly as if she had been another and disinterested person, and once or twice she had an hysterical desire to applaud a good stroke of her mother's or prompt a backward speech of her uncle's. Mr. Gillat, of course, did nothing suitable; he never did.
More especially is this the case when any one like Mr. Gillat has had anything to do with them.
I am not going to let this unknown trifle, this scruple " Just then there came the sound of voices outside; Mr. Gillat and Captain Polkington unwarily coming back before the coast was clear. "Yes," Johnny was saying, "he came to see me in town, you know or rather you, but you were out " "He came to see me? He" there was no mistaking the consternation in the Captain's tone, nor his meaning either.
The afternoon was advanced and already it was beginning to grow dark among the trees, but she determined not to go till she had got all she could carry. It was the first time she had been to collect cones; she had sent her father once and Mr. Gillat once. They had taken longer and gathered less than she, but it was not on that account that she had gone herself to-day.
"I know," Julia answered; "mother told you all this, then she paid your fare back again." "Not paid my fare," Mr. Gillat corrected; "a lady could not offer to do such a thing; do you think I would ever have allowed it? I couldn't you know."
"Why did he go home last week?" she aroused herself to ask. "He thought it his duty," was Johnny's surprising answer. "No, Mrs. Polkington did not send for him, she did not know he was coming; he decided for himself, he felt it would be better." Mr. Gillat rambled on vaguely, but Julia was not slow to guess that the principal reason was to be found in the state of Johnny's finances.
Gillat answered; "but, of course, I had to go, as she said; there was your father all alone here; it would be very dull for him; I couldn't leave him. Besides, he is not not a strong man, it would be better she would feel more easy if she thought he had his old friend with him, to see he didn't get into you know."
He decided that it would be easier to find him than Julia, who might possibly have changed her name to oblige her family, and who certainly would be better able to hide herself, if she had a mind to, than Mr. Gillat.
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