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It would be no use, we should catch it all the worse afterwards; besides, bad as she was, the Henniker was a woman, and it would be cowardly to thrash her. "Tie up her hands and feet and gag her," suggested Philpot. Wouldn't do again. She'd get Ladislaw to help her out. "Tie up Ladislaw and Hashford too." We weren't numerous or strong enough to do it. "Let's all bolt," suggested Flanagan.
I watched Hawkesbury blandly repeating his apology, and then suddenly, to my astonishment and consternation, I saw Smith rise in his seat and throw himself furiously upon his enemy. Hawkesbury was standing near a low form, and in the sudden surprise caused by this attack he tripped over it and fell prone on the floor, just as Miss Henniker re-entered.
Yes, it must have been sixty-three, because that was the year my poor friend Tom Henniker died. Good fellow Henniker I missed Henniker. And they wanted me to take over the hounds. Nice fellow in the hunting-field, Henniker. Never saw him lose his temper but once, and that was when Image rode over the hounds on the edge of Talepenny Wood."
At last I stood for inspection before the dreadful Henniker. "Your hands are dirty, Batchelor. A bad mark. Go and wash them." The bad mark, whatever it might mean, appeared to me very unjust. Had I known the rule, it would have been different, but how was I to know, when no one had told me? "Please, ma'am, I didn't "
But somehow it occurred to me the Henniker was not what Smith was going to say when he pulled up so suddenly just before. I felt certain there was something mysterious about him, and of course, being a boy, I burned to know. However, he showed no signs of getting back to that subject, and we talked about a lot of things, thankful to have scope for once for our pent-up feelings.
My holidays alone with my uncle had been almost as cheerless as my schooldays at Stonebridge House with Miss Henniker. If it hadn't been for Smith I do believe I should have lost every vestige of spirit. But happily he gave me no chance of falling into that condition. He seemed always on the verge of some explosion.
It is something in the style of Balmoral, with which everybody is familiar from photographs. It is surrounded by old-fashioned gardens beyond which rise the mountains. Down one of the graveled paths Lady Guendolen came to meet me, accompanied by her two daughters and Mrs. Arthur Henniker, the younger daughter of Lord Houghton these, except for Sir John, comprising the whole party.
Vancourt Henniker "after what I've been hearing this afternoon I find myself more in the notion of weeping with the angels than of laughing with the devils." "What has happened?" she asked, sympathetically alive to his need in one breath, and keenly apprehensive for her own peace of mind in the next. "An exceedingly small thing, as the world's measurements go.
I thought the Henniker and Mrs Nash were the only lady friends you ever had? Where was it?" "At Packworth, of all places," I said. "It was that day I went over to try and find you out just before we came up to London, you know. I was walking back to Brownstroke, and met the pony bolting down the road." Jack seemed suddenly very much interested. "What sort of little girl was it?" he asked.
"Well, then," said Smith, "suppose we screw them up, and don't let them out till they give in." "That's it," said every one, "the very thing." "What do you say, Hawkesbury?" inquired I. "Well," said he, smiling pleasantly, "it's not a nice thing to turn against one's master and mistress; but really Miss Henniker has been very vexing lately." "Hurrah! then you agree?"
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