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She was there, and she leaned over the little sill and nodded. "I only wanted to know if you was still there," she said, in a low tone. "Joe " But the doctor evidently had called her, for she looked back into the room and vanished. Henley saw two shadows bending forward, and he strode back and forth along the fence, a fierce suspense clutching his heart.
"The truth is, Alf, I've always been interested in yore little ups an' downs with Het, an' right now I'm curious to see how prosperity will affect her. Up to now, you see, she was dependent on you for funds, an' sorter had to go slow on some o' her fancies, but now the shoe is on t'other foot, an' " "That is not answering the question I asked," Henley broke in, quite out of patience.
Steele was in Ireland. Mr. Swift for his 'Town Shower', and the 'Description of the Morn', with some other hints received from him in private conversation. I have also heard that several of those 'Letters', which came as from unknown hands, were written by Mr. Henley: which is an answer to your query, 'Who those friends are whom Mr. Steele speaks of in his last 'Tatler?
Mountjoy listened, hardly able to credit the evidence of his own senses; he was actually expected to insinuate himself into the confidence of Iris, and then to betray her to her father! He rose, and took his hat and, without even the formality of a bow, opened the door. "Does that mean No?" Mr. Henley called after him. "Most assuredly," Mountjoy answered and closed the door behind him.
"I told him no such thing," Henley retorted, with an effort to control his rising temper. "I can't be responsible for the slap-dash way he puts things. I don't like his eternal gab, nohow." "Well, you must have said something," Mrs. Henley pursued, probingly. "He never makes up things out of whole cloth. He is not that way." "Well, I suppose I did say something," Henley reluctantly admitted.
"Yes, it come about through my fust hoss-trade," Henley smiled. "It was this way. Pa was on the lookout for a hoss to do field-work, and he let everybody know he had the money, and a good many came his way. He wasn't any judge of hoss-flesh, and a gypsy, passing along, stuck him burned the old chap clean to the bone.
At this point I protested and the landlord was excused. "Jake" Henley, the stable boy, was called. His testimony practically covered the same ground and corroborated what the landlord had said. "You say he swore at you for being slow?" the coroner asked. Jake nodded with a grin.
"You really ought to marry," Henley said. "That's exactly what you ought to do. There's many a good man in the world that is actually suffering for the need of the right sort of a helpmeet." "You hit the nail on the head that whack," she said, quite seriously.
"Well what?" she cried, eagerly, the corners of her mouth curving upward as she eyed him covertly. "Why, you know well enough what the fool done, Dixie!" Henley said, unaware of the meshes into which her curiosity was leading him. "When he told me about it, in his offhand way, as if he had just done an ordinary, every-day act, I come as nigh as peas mashing his big, flathering mouth.
I reckon he's got a pretty picture of you in his mind, and keeps it before him all the time." "That's it," said Dixie. "And I wouldn't like to see it turn to a chromo on his hands. I know what I look like to myself, but I wouldn't expect to suit every taste." That evening, just after dark, when Henley drove his horse into his barn-yard, he saw Dixie over in her own lot milking her cow.
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