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What purpose would be served by keeping back the name? Lilian's eyes fell as she answered. "Mr. Glazzard knows." "Mr. Eustace Glazzard?" Lilian explained how and when it had become necessary to make him a sharer in the secret. "Do you believe," Mrs. Wade asked, "that Northway really discovered you by chance?" "I don't know. He says so. I can only feel absolutely sure that Mr.
"I will marry you in a fortnight from to-day," said Serena, in quivering voice. "You will?" Glazzard walked back to Highmead with a countenance which alternated curiously between smiling and lowering. The smile was not agreeable, and the dark look showed his face at its worst.
He was talking lightly on the subject with his brother-in-law. "I should have thought," he said, "that William Glazzard might have had views that way. He's a man with no ties and, I should say, too much leisure." "Oh," exclaimed Mrs. Liversedge, "the idea of his getting up to make speeches! It always seems to me as if he found it a trouble even to talk.
On the omnibus they conversed as any casual acquaintances might have done. Glazzard occasionally inspected his companion's features, which were not vulgar, yet not pleasing. The young man had a habit of sucking in his cheeks, and of half closing his eyes as if he suffered from weak sight; his limbs twitched now and then, and he constantly fingered his throat.
When Eustace Glazzard began to present himself at the house, Mr. Mumbray welcomed the significant calls. From his point of view, Serena could not do better than marry a man of honourable name, who would remove her to London. Out of mere contrariety, Mrs.
I'll go to some hotel to-morrow morning and put the thing in their hands; they'll send a cook, or do something or other. If the girl had been here we should have managed well enough; Glazzard is no snob. I want to smoke; come into my study, will you? No fire? Get up some wood, there's a good girl, we'll soon set it going. I'd fetch it myself, but I shouldn't know where to look for it."
"There's no mistake, I think?" The reply was a gruff negative. "I suppose you do care about discovering her?" The answer was delayed. Glazzard read it, however, in the man's countenance, which expressed various emotions. "She has married again eh?" "First, let me ask you another question. Have you seen her relatives?" "Yes, I have." "With what result?" "They profess to know nothing about her.
I don't care for the Sea-Kings just now. They're rather remote old dogs, after all, you know." "Distinctly, I should say." "A queer thing, on the whole, that I can stick so to them. But I like their spirit. You're not a pugnacious fellow, I think, Glazzard?" "No, I think not." "But I am, you know. I mean it literally. Every now and then I feel I should like to thrash some one.
"I have been abroad till quite recently," he said at length, his fine accent contrasting with that of the questioner, which had a provincial note. "Why did you expect me to communicate with you?" "Don't disgrace yourself by speaking in that way, Mr. Glazzard!" exclaimed the other, his voice uncertain with strong, angry feeling.
For some years he had been a widower, a fact which perhaps accounted for his insinuating manner when he approached Miss Mumbray. The dinner was portentously dull. Ivy Glazzard scarcely uttered a syllable. Her uncle exerted himself to shape phrases of perfect inoffensiveness, addressing now his hostess, now Serena. The burden of conversation fell upon Mr.
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