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But I saw at Hadlow that you and he were what shall I say? old friends." "He must marry money," the other replied. In an unexpected burst of candour she went on: "He would have asked me to marry him if I had had money. There is no harm in telling you that. It was quite understood oh, two years ago. And I think I wished I had the money then." "And you don't wish it now?"
Hadlow House said intelligible things to him, and he was pleased with himself for understanding them. It was not new in any part, apparently, but there was nothing pretentious in its antiquity. It had never been a castle, or a fortified residence. No violent alteration in habits or needs distinguished its present occupants from its original builders.
There had been times, at Hadlow House, when Lady Cressage had seemed supremely indifferent to the fact of his existence, and there had been other times when it had appeared manifest that he pleased her or better, perhaps, that she was willing to take note of how much she pleased him. It must have been apparent to her this fact that she produced such an impression upon him.
Let me tell you something: When I was at Hadlow, I had never shot a pheasant in my life. I used to do tolerably well with a rifle, but I hardly knew anything about a shot-gun, and I don't suppose I'd ever killed more than two or three birds on the wing and that was ages ago. But I took the notion that I would shoot better than anybody else there.
"Better oh, much better, dear Anthony, though I fear I cannot ride " "Not to be thought of, my sweet Gad, no not for a moment!" "Diana has offered to drive me in the cart, Anthony." "Excellent! We can hire a chaise at Hadlow!"
Thorpe stopped short, and stared at her, the while the suggestions stirred by the sound of this name slowly shaped themselves. "Gafferson?" he asked her, with a blank countenance. "My new head-gardener," she explained. "He was at Hadlow, and after poor old Lady Plowden died why, surely you remember him there. You spoke about him you'd known him somewhere in the West Indies, wasn't it?"
The canopy over it is later, and the coat of arms beneath it is that of Robert White of Hadlow, Kent, who is commemorated on a board at the west end of the church as a benefactor who left £100 in land for the poor in 1619, thus fixing the date of this portion of the tomb. The scroll beneath the arms has the initials R. W., and the motto "Suffer in Tym."
He confronted the swift impression that there was something odd about these two women being together. At Hadlow he had imagined that they did not like each other. Then he reflected as swiftly that women probably had their own rules about such matters.
With such a slug-like, patient, tenacious fool, was that not more likely? Reasonable arguments presented themselves to his mind ever and again: his wife had known of Gafferson's work, and thought highly of it, and had been in a position to learn of his leaving Hadlow. What more natural than that she should hasten to employ him?
"All the ambitions I have in the world," the nobleman went on, sitting upright now, and speaking with a confidential seriousness, "centre round Hadlow. That is the part of me that I'm keen about. The Plowdens are things of yesterday.
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