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So she withdrew angrily from the scene, and tried not to know what was going on. Meanwhile a note of invitation had been addressed to Daphne by the Duchess, and had been accepted; Roger had been reminded, at the point of the bayonet, that go he must; and Dr. Lelius had transferred himself from Heston to Upcott, and the companionship of Mrs. Fairmile. It was the last day of the Frenches' visit.
He dwelt on the letters which had reached him during his first week's absence from home, after the quarrel letters from Daphne and Miss Farmer, which were posted at intervals from Heston by their accomplice, the young architect, while the writers of them were hurrying across the Atlantic. The servants had been told that Mrs.
She told me she was going to Heston with you instead." The silence fell again. Kettering's eyes were shining; there was a sort of shamed triumph about his big person. Gladys turned to him impatiently. "Are you looking glad? Oh, I think I should kill you if I saw you looking glad," she said quickly.
I was, when quite young, engaged to your aunt, Miss Heston, to whom I was much attached, and who was then twenty years of age. Though I had little besides my profession, she had money, and we were going to be married.
But it was clear also that he was proud of the Trescoes; that he had fallen back upon them, so to speak. Since the fifteenth century there had always been a Trescoe at Heston; and Roger had already taken to browsing in county histories and sorting family letters.
The elder girl looked up; her voice was rather dry when she answered: "No, I did not think that." Christine threw her hat aside. "I can't drive a bit," she said petulantly. "I'm so silly! I nearly ran into the wall at the gate." "Did you?" "Yes. Gladys, we're going over to Heston at two o'clock with Mr. Kettering." Gladys looked up. "We! Who do you mean by 'we'?" "You and I, of course."
It was indeed but a week since the son and his wife had arrived with their baby girl at Heston Park, after a summer of yachting and fishing in Norway; since Lady Barnes had journeyed thither from London to meet them; and Mr. and Mrs. French had accepted an urgent invitation from Roger, quite sufficiently backed by Daphne, to stay for a few days with Mr.
"There's lots of things you don't know," he said in a hesitating voice, as though appealing to his old friend. And rapidly he told the story of Daphne's flight from Heston. Evidently since his return home many details that were once obscure had become plain to him; and the three listeners could perceive how certain new information had goaded, and stung him afresh.
The grace of the long, slender body in the close-fitting habit; of the beautiful head and loosened hair under the small, low-crowned beaver hat; the slender hand upon the reins all these various impressions rushed upon Barnes at once, bringing with them the fascination of a past happiness, provoking, by contrast, the memory of a harassing and irritating present. "Is Heston getting on?" asked Mrs.
"I don't like it, I jist loves it," said one of Aunt Sue's auditors. "And I does too, 'cause I'd rather live on bread and water than be back again in de old place, but go on, Aunt Susan." "Well, when she said dat, dat miserable old Heston " "Heston, I know dat wretch, I bound de debil's waiting for him now, got his pitch fork all ready."
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