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And so forth, with the easy condolences of a kind woman. When Thwaite had laid down his burden, he turned to Lewis. "I wish we had another man, Haystoun. What about your friend Winterham? One's enough to do your work, but if the thing turns out to be serious, there ought to be some means of sending word. Andover will want you to stay, for they are short-handed enough."
"But I thought," she murmured. "I thought they were " She broke off with a cough. "Yes, I spent a good many of my school holidays at Heston." Alice broke in with a question about the Manorwaters. The youthful Mr. Thompson, who, apart from his solicitor's profession, was a devotee of cricket, asked in a lofty way if Mr. Haystoun cared for the game. "I do rather.
Haystoun, you know, lives in Scotland." "Do you really? Then I am a thousand times delighted to meet you, for I have many connections with Scotland. My grandmother was a Scotswoman, and though I have never been in your beautiful land, yet I have known many of your people. And, indeed, I have heard of one of your name who was a friend of my father's a certain Mr. Haystoun of Etterick."
Stocks, who was about to explain the Haystoun pedigree, caught his host's eye and left the dangerous subject untouched. "You said in your letters that they had been kind to you at this young man's place. We must ask him down here to dinner, Alice. Oh, and that reminds me I found a letter from him to-day asking me to shoot.
They have been everything in their day soldiers, statesmen, lawyers; and when we were decent merchants in Abbeykirk three centuries ago, they were busy making history. When you go to Etterick you must see the pictures. There is a fine one by Jameson of the Haystoun who fought with Montrose, and Raeburn painted most of the Haystouns of his time.
Send men to Forza and get them to light the fires. Oh, for God's sake, be quick! I've left Haystoun down there. The obstinate beggar was too tired to move." Over all the twenty odd miles between Forza and Khautmi there is a chain of fires which can be used for signals in the Border wars.
"After Mister Winterham's ignoring of my pint," went on the young man, "I proceed to show . . ." and with all the calmness in the world he displayed to his own satisfaction how Mr. Lewis Haystoun was no fit person to represent the constituency.
I say, Haystoun, who's that old man?" Gribton's jovial looks belied his words. Lewis mentioned a name for his host's benefit. The room was emptying rapidly, for the Cercle dined early. "Now for business," said Gribton, when a waiter had brought the game course, and they sat in the midst of a desert of linen and velvet. "I have given the thing up, but I spent twenty of my best years at Bardur.
Now she was married, but she still supervised her tall brother, and the victim made no secret of the yoke. Suddenly Arthur jumped to his feet. "I say, what about Lewis Haystoun? He is home now, somewhere in Scotland. Have you heard a word about him?" "He has never written," groaned George, but he took out a pocket-book and shook therefrom certain newspaper cuttings.
"Is it somebody else?" he asked; at which the girl, with a memory of Mr. Stocks, reflected on the dreadful monotony of men's ways. A solution flashed upon his brain. "Are you going to marry Lewie Haystoun?" he cried in a more cheerful voice. After all, Lewis was his cousin, and a worthy rival. Alice grew hotly uncomfortable. "I am not going to marry Mr.
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