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Nasmyth was fishing near the camp and Lisle was busy with a canoe near by. "Where are the rest? How have they got on?" Lisle asked. "I think Batley went back to the last reach with Carew's rod," Crestwick answered. "I met Gladwyne and one of the packers on the low range back yonder; they'd only got a blue grouse." "I could have done with the man here," said Lisle. "Which way were they heading?"
There was no actual engagement between Millicent and Clarence, though Mrs. Gladwyne was doing her utmost to bring one about and Millicent saw the man frequently.
Then tea was brought in and Millicent found pleasure in watching her guest. Mrs. Gladwyne made a picture, she thought, sitting with the dainty china in her beautiful hands; she possessed the grace and something of the stateliness which is associated with the old régime. "How quick your people are," she commented. "You rang and the things were brought in.
A measured beat stole out of the silence, increasing until it broke sharply through the tranquil lapping of the water. Then, far up the glittering lake, a dim black bar crept out into the moonlight and by degrees grew plainer. "Of course, they may be Indians," Bella suggested mischievously. Carew included Millicent in his answering bow. "No; I believe I'm beaten. You and Miss Gladwyne were right."
He came from a new land where he had often toiled for a dollar or two daily, but a love and veneration for the ancient English homes in which his people had lived was growing strong in him. Mrs. Gladwyne did not appear, but he had a good deal to think of and was content to wait.
Batley's face began to redden, and Lisle, looking around at the sound of a footstep, saw Marple standing a pace or two away. He was a fussy, bustling man, and he raised his hand in expostulation. "Was that last called for, or quite the thing, Lisle?" he asked. Batley turned to Gladwyne, as if for support, and the latter assumed his finest air.
She did not always express herself clearly, but Gladwyne saw that she did not place him in the same category as his father and he recognized her half-formulated thought that it would have been better had he grown up under the latter's firmer guidance. "Wonders never cease, mother," he responded with an attempt at lightness. "It's difficult to imagine your being influenced by the latest propaganda.
She had stolen away, as if she did not wish to be burdened with his company; she was going to visit the scene of her brother's death, no doubt under the guidance of Lisle, who had strong suspicions concerning it. He might communicate them to Millicent; perhaps he had done so already, which would account for her silent departure. With an effort Gladwyne roused himself to action.
"I'm thinking of taking shares in it," Crestwick informed him. "Well," said Lisle, "that wouldn't be wise." Gladwyne leaned farther back in his seat, as if to disassociate himself from the discussion, which was what the Canadian had expected from him; but Batley, who was of more resolute fiber, showed fight. His appearance became aggressive, his face hardened, and there was a snap in his eyes.
"Well," he replied with an attempt at calmness, "we needn't quarrel, since it looks as if we'd have to put up with each other for some time. Have you finished what you have to say?" "Not quite. There's one question yet. When do you expect to marry Miss Gladwyne?" "What is that to you?" Clarence broke out. "Just this I'm anxious to form some idea as to when I'm likely to get my money back.
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