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She scrupulously refrained from mentioning any names. The Canon smiled at her precautions. "We are working in the dark," said he. "I think I can help you a little bit more if you'll allow me to come down to the concrete. You are speaking, I fancy, of our poor friend, Mr. Gorst?"

She gave herself in pieces; her heart first, then her soul, then, if it must needs be, her body. The finest first, then all that was left of her. That was her unique merit, what marked her from the rest. Majendie, she divined by instinct, had recognised her quality. He was the only one who had. And he had asked nothing of her. She would have lived miserably for Charlie Gorst.

Be that as it might, Rewi and the raiders were determined that Sir John Gorst should depart the 'king country. They pronounced this verdict upon him with every ceremony, and his answer was equally determined.

"You don't care and you can't keep her. What are you going to do for her?" Gorst in his anguish glared at Majendie. "I can't do anything. That's the damnedest part of it. I'm simply cleaned out, till I get a berth somewhere." Majendie looked grave. This time the prodigal had devoured his living. "You're going to leave her there, then. Is that it?" "No, it isn't.

And Majendie leaned back in his chair, and gazed at the Canon, the remarkable, the clever, the versatile little Canon, with half-closed eyelids veiling his contemptuous eyes. Anne heard nothing more of Mr. Gorst for over a fortnight. It was on a Saturday, and Majendie asked her suddenly, during luncheon, if she thought the Eliotts would be disengaged that evening. "Why?" "Very well.

She lifted her head in loyal defiance of his knowledge. "No," said she proudly, "Mr. Gorst. It was of him I was speaking." "Ah," said the Canon, as if his mind had come down with difficulty from the contemplation of another and more interesting personality; and again the significance of his manner was not lost upon Anne.

"Well and you'll like that, won't you? And I shall like having Gorst, and so will Edie, and Gorst will like seeing her, and everybody will be pleased." Overhead Mr. Gorst burst into a dance measure, so hilarious that it seemed the very cry of his delight. "As long as Edie goes on seeing him, he'll think it's all right." Overhead Mr. Gorst's gay tune proclaimed that indeed he thought so.

Why should she?" "Well, my dear, if you kept her at arm's length if you let her see, for instance, that you preferred Mr. Gorst's society to hers " "Do you think I let her see it?" "No, I don't. And it wouldn't enter her head. But, considering that she can't receive Mr. Gorst into her own house " "Why should she?" "Edie if she cannot, how can you?" Edith closed her eyes.

Of Gudgeon's two books I much prefer the Reminiscences, which on the whole tell more about the war than any other volume one can name. Sir John Gorst describes the King Movement and his own experiences in the King's country. Swainson takes up his parable against the Waitara purchase.

He knows why you couldn't receive him before, dear, and he respects you for it." Anne thought better of Mr. Gorst for that respect. It was the proper attitude; the attitude she had once vainly expected Majendie to take. "After all, what have I to do with it? He comes to see you." "Yes, dear; but I shan't always be here for him to see.