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Happy people are not brilliant. She suddenly developed a taste for politics, and read the newspaper with a keen interest. Several half-forgotten duties were revived, and their performance became a matter of principle. Mr. Glynde did not notice these subtle changes. Old men are generally selfish, more so, if possible, than young ones, and Mr. Glynde was eminently so.
I hope he is well. The boy is not strong." "Yes, he is quite well, thank you. But of course he has had a great shock, and one cannot expect him to get over it all at once." The Rector did not hold much by sentiment, so he contented himself with a grave sip of sherry. "And now I am afraid there is fresh trouble," added Mrs. Agar. "Been running into debt?" suggested Mr. Glynde. "No, it is not that.
"And," said Jem Agar, "if I find that any harm has been done if any one has suffered for this, I will give you the soundest thrashing you have ever had in your life." Both his hearers knew now who Dora Glynde was, what she was to him. He neither added to their knowledge nor sought to mislead. He was not, as we have said, de ceux qui s'expliquent.
This suggestion was in itself a stroke of diplomacy. The astute have no doubt found out by this time that the Reverend Thomas Glynde loved money; and a man who loves money has not the makings of a good father within him, whatever else he may have. Whether Arthur was aware of this it would be hard to say. Whether he had the penetration to know that, in the nature of things, Mr.
When she is told that it would please us all, perhaps she will change her mind. Poor Arthur is terribly cut up about it. Of course a man in his position does not quite expect to be treated cavalierly like that." Mr. Glynde smiled. Behind the parson there was somewhat even better; there was a just and honest English gentleman, which, in the way of human species, is very hard to beat.
She knew that in a worldly sense he was more experienced, more thoughtful, cleverer than her mother, but in some ways she inclined towards the maternal opinion on questions connected with herself. At this moment Mrs. Glynde was called from the room, and went reluctantly, feeling that the time was unpropitious. Mr. Glynde's life had been eminently uneventful.
"Where do you want to go to?" he inquired, with a gruffness which meant less than it conveyed. "To town, dear." Now Mr. Glynde loved London. In the meantime Dora was standing at the gate of the gamekeeper's little cottage-garden which adjoined the orchard at Stagholme. There were certain women with whom Sister Cecilia did not "get on," and these were by tacit understanding relegated to Dora.
But, like others handling petards, Seymour Michael grew somewhat careless, and forgot that the wrong man is sometimes hoist. He knew his position well enough to make all safe as regarded Jem Agar on his return. It was absolutely necessary to tell Arthur Agar necessary for his own safety in the future. The other two persons to whom the secret was to be imparted were Mrs. Agar and Dora Glynde.
She had not studied "Every Man his own Lawyer" quite in vain, although most of the legal technicalities had conveyed nothing whatever to her mind. She did not notice that her question regarding Mr. Glynde had never been answered. Mr. Rigg turned upon her beaming. "I have no will," he answered. "I thought that perhaps you were aware of the existence of one." Mrs. Agar's face lighted up.
"And the dictates of my heart are all for staying at home and looking after my ancient parents and worrying them. Am I to be sent away? Not yet, old gentleman, not yet." The Reverend Thomas Glynde laughed, somewhat as if a weight had been lifted from his heart. In his way he was a conscientious man.
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