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They shook hands, smiling shamefacedly, as is the custom of Englishmen. "And to think of old Frank " mused Jack half aloud. "I told you, Guiseley, about his coming to me in the autumn?" Well, the play had come to an end, it seemed; now there followed the life of a squire indeed. Dick nodded his head, smiling to himself in his beard.

It had occurred to him that he ought to have asked Guiseley to come to the clergy-house and lodge there for a bit while things were talked over; that he ought, tactfully, to have offered to lend him money, to provide him with a new suit, to make suggestions as to proper employment instead of at the jam factory all those proper, philanthropic and prudent suggestions that a really sensible clergyman would have made.

"Yes ... it's because I've become a Catholic! I expect you've heard that, sir." Mr. "Mr. Guiseley, kindly tell me all about it. I had not heard one word not one word." Frank made a great effort, and told the story, quite fairly and quite politely. He described his convictions as well as he could, the various steps he had taken, and the climax of the letter from his father.

Archie, of course, was a satisfactory heir; there was no question of that he was completely of Dick's own school of manner but it seemed a kind of outrage that Frank, with his violent convictions and his escapades, should be Archie's only brother. There was little of that repose about him that a Guiseley needed.

Jenny broke the silence with a slow remark in another kind of voice. "Father, dear, there's something else I must tell you. I didn't see any need to bother you with it before. It's this. Mr. Dick Guiseley proposed to me when he was here for the shooting." She paused, but her father said nothing. "I told him he must wait that I didn't know for certain, but that I was almost certain.

Frank Guiseley, too, lolling in the window-seat in a white silk shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, and gray flannel trousers, and one white shoe, was very pleasant to look upon. His hair was as black and curly as a Neapolitan's; he had a smiling, humorous mouth, and black eyes of an extraordinary twinkling alertness.

Now many minds could have conceived these things; a smaller number of people would have announced their intention of doing them: but there were very few persons who would actually carry them all out to the very end: in fact, Jack reflected, Frank Guiseley was about the only man of his acquaintance who could possibly have done them. And he had done them all on his own sole responsibility.

Of the other third, he spent part in Switzerland, dressed in a neat gray Norfolk suit with knickerbockers, and the rest with clerical friends of the scholastic type. It was a very solemn thought to him how great were his responsibilities, and what a privilege it was to live in the whirl and stir of one of the intellectual centers of England! Frank Guiseley was to Mr.

Very well, then. At the beginning of September Dick Guiseley came to Merefield to shoot grouse. The grouse, as I think I have already remarked, were backward this year, and, after a kind of ceremonial opening, to give warning as it were, on the twelfth of August, they were left in peace. Business was to begin on the third, and on the evening of the second Dick arrived.

But just before the chocolate soufflée there came a pause, and Jill, the younger of the two sisters, hastened to fill the gap. "Did you have a nice walking-tour, Mr. Guiseley?" Frank turned to her politely. "Yes, very nice, considering," he said. "Have you been alone all the time?" pursued Jill, conscious of a social success. "Well, no," said Frank.