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A large drawing-room, a library, a very large dining-room, five large bedrooms "owners' and guest rooms," Mr. Hapgood grandly termed them, to distinguish from the servants' quarters at the rear billiard room, bathroom, and back to the hall again. "You would wish to see the kitchens, I suppose, ma'am," said Mr. Hapgood. "Doubtless Mr. Dott wouldn't care for those, sir. Most gentlemen don't.
Encountering him hereabouts, one who had shared school days with him at his preparatory school so much as twenty-four years back would have found matter for recognition. A usefully garrulous person, one Hapgood, a solicitor, found much. "Whom do you think I met yesterday? Old Sabre! You remember old Sabre at old Wickamote's?... Yes, that's the chap. Used to call him Puzzlehead, remember?
Roger Hapgood, the stiff soreness of yesterday only aggravated by the cramp which had stolen into his legs during the ride of to-day, climbed down from the buckboard and limped across the lawn to where Conniston stood. "I say, Greek," he was growling, as he trudged forward, "what fool thing are you going to do next?" He stopped suddenly, in his surprise forgetting to shut his mouth.
And a night out here on the ground " He determined to wait until the cool of the evening and then to persuade Hapgood to ride with him across the hills. It would be hard, but it seemed not only best, but almost the only way.
His little hand, which had been swallowed up in one of Mr. Crawford's, and which emerged rosy and crumpled, was proffered gallantly to the girl. And then Hapgood saw Conniston. "Oh, I say," he stammered, a very trifle confused. "It's Conniston. I didn't know "
Argyl had stepped forward as though to go with them when Hapgood laid a detaining hand lightly, respectfully, upon her arm. "May I speak with you a moment, Miss Argyl?" he whispered, but not so low that Conniston did not catch the words distinctly. "It will take just a moment, and and it is very important." Reluctantly she paused. Conniston went out and heard Hapgood shut the door after him.
It took them five hours to do the twenty miles lying between the watering-trough and the edge of the hills. A large part of the last ten miles Hapgood did on foot, leading his astonished horse. And often he stopped to rest, squatting or lying full length on the ground. It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon when at last they came to the second spring by the roadside.
Or skallyhutin'! I'm strong for the sound of the latter myself " "Oh, rot!" broke in Hapgood. "I was a fool to come out here with a fool like you." He turned his back squarely upon Conniston and stood staring out the little window, biting his thin lips. Conniston stood eying him, and slowly the smile passed from his face, to be followed by a serious frown.
As the captain was about to enter his bedroom, a voice, which sounded as if the speaker was half asleep, called from the third floor. "Is there anything I can do, sir?" asked Hapgood. "I 'ave just been aroused, sir." Daniel turned. Here was a heaven-sent vent for his feelings. "Do!" he repeated. "Anything you can do? Yes, there is. Shut your door and turn in." "But, sir "
It was Lonesome Pete who got his two quilts, rolled, tied, and put them with the box of utensils. And then, making a cigarette, he climbed to his seat. "An' now if one of you gents figgers on ridin' along with me " "I do!" cried Hapgood, quickly. And he hastened to the buckboard, taking his seat at the other's side. "I thought you had a hoss somewheres! An' your saddle?" continued Lonesome Pete.
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