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'Of course, he said, 'you would never repeat what I told you about Gorley. I forgot to mention that. Mallinson flushed. 'Of course not, he said awkwardly. Fielding turned on him quickly. 'Then what made you tell Miss Le Mesurier? Mallinson was too taken aback to deny the accusation. 'Oh, Miss Le Mesurier, he replied, 'knew already. 'She knew? Who told her? 'Drake.
"Get into bed," commanded careful Esther, and Poppy hopped into her sister's bed before she even stayed to open her first birthday present. Esther's gift was a book, which she had bought for her little sister the last time she was at Gorley. Poppy was delighted. New books, or even old ones, came to her so seldom. She loved them with such a love as only the unspoiled child can know.
Esther assented joyfully, and Miss Ashe led her to the pantry and showed her where to find a cloth and a pencil and a place to store the eggs. "While you are doing that, I can make out my list to send to Gorley; that will be capital!" "Cousin Charlotte," said Esther, in a voice that trembled a little with nervousness, "I I wanted to speak to you.
He argued to convince himself that he felt she ought to be told, but he could not bring himself to the point of telling. He decided finally upon an alternative which would, he imagined, secure his purpose, while relieving him of the responsibility. He would tell Mallinson of the Gorley episode, for the rival surely had a right to know.
'It didn't take long for me to conceive a genuine liking for you, and, of course, I knew all the time that you had only done your duty. Drake made no response whatever to Mr. Le Mesurier's sentiment. 'I understand, then, he said, 'that Miss Le Mesurier was engaged to Gorley at the time of his death? 'Oh dear, no, exclaimed the other, starting up from his chair.
she checked herself with the name unspoken and went on, 'you might have sent him on some fatal mission or something of that sort. But this! Oh, why did you tell me? She took her hands from beneath her chin and clenched them with a convulsive movement upon her knees. Her memory had gone back to the days when she and Gorley had been engaged, to their meetings, their intimate conversations.
All that was visible of her dress was the Dutch collar, just like what is being worn now. It was pinned with an ugly old brooch which Zebbie said was a "breast-pin" he had given her. Under the glass on the other side was a strand of faded hair and a slip of paper. The writing on the paper was so faded it was scarcely readable, but it said: "Pauline Gorley, age 22, 1860."
Esther, from upstairs, saw them go out together, Angela's arm about Pen's waist, Penelope's arm about Angela's shoulders. With angry eyes and aching heart she watched them go through the garden, and guessed whither they were bound; and a sense of loneliness, of being shut out, stole over her. Cousin Charlotte had gone to Gorley and taken Poppy with her, so she was quite alone.
"Of course I have many calls on my time, and I shall not be able to give you all the attention I should like to; but we can but do our best, and this seems the best plan I can think of. I cannot very well manage to have a governess to you, and there is no school nearer than Gorley, and that is not only four miles away, but a school I do not approve of.
Long, long ago some one did something to some one else and started a feud. Unfortunately the Gorleys were on one side and the Parkers on the other. That it all happened before either Zebbie or Pauline was born made no difference. A Gorley must hate a Parker always, as also a Parker must hate a Gorley.
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