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So my journey would have gone for nothing, only that I now shall have the pleasure of going back with you and Kitty. It will be a lovely drive by moonlight." Relieved by this revelation, it was easy work for Mrs. Horncastle to launch out into a playful, tantalizing, witty but, I grieve to say, entirely imaginative account of her escapade with Mrs. Barker.
"I say, don't you be so familiar," cried the young gentleman, greatly offended. "My name's Horncastle, not Jackanapes." "Very well, then, Mr Horncastle, you'd better hold your tongue." "I sha'n't hold my tongue. You've got a spite against us, that's what it is, or you wouldn't go crowding us out with kids like this." "Crowding you out!" retorted Mrs Nash, scornfully.
Come this way, measter, and I will show you some remains of that day's field." Leaving the monument, on which was inscribed an account of the life and sufferings of the Royalist Rector of Horncastle, I followed the sexton to the western end of the church, where, hanging against the wall, were a number of scythes stuck in the ends of poles.
He advanced up to Smith with a face as red as the collar-stud he had lost, and cried, "Say that again, and I'll knock you down." "You're a fool," quietly repeated Jack. Horncastle didn't knock him down, or attempt to do so. He turned on his heel and said, "We'll see if we're to be robbed by shop-boy cads, or any of your young thieving friends.
"I really think you are quite right," she said, rising also, "and, besides, you see, it will give me a chance to talk to her as you wished." "To talk to her as I wished?" echoed Barker abstractedly. "Yes, about Van Loo, you know," said Mrs. Horncastle, smiling. "Oh, certainly about Van Loo, of course," he returned hurriedly. "And then," said Mrs. Horncastle brightly, "I'll tell her.
Why, you knew that; it was in the mine you and she visited; or, perhaps," he added hastily, as he flushed at his indiscretion, "she didn't tell you that." But Mrs. Horncastle as hastily said, "Yes yes of course, only I had forgotten the amount;" and he continued: "That loss would have frightened any man; but you women are more daring. Only Van Loo ought to have withdrawn. Don't you think so?
Horncastle put it, it was only a playful attitude. "Certainly," he said. "Don't say anything about it." He moved to the door with his soft, broad-brimmed hat swinging between his fingers. She noticed for the first time that he looked taller in his long black serape and riding-boots, and, oddly enough, much more like the hero of an amorous tryst than Van Loo.
Horncastle turned, ran up the staircase, re-entered the sitting-room, and slamming the door behind her, halted in the centre of the room, panting, erect, beautiful, and menacing. And she was alone in this empty room this deserted hotel. From this very room her husband had left her with a brutality on his lips.
Horncastle, who had recovered from his temporary fright for the cooling of his sausages, was specially loud in his remonstrances. "It's no use your coming here," he said, advancing in a menacing way towards Jack on his arrival. "We aren't going to have you there!" And with that, as in my case, he emphasised his remark with a smart kick on Jack's shins.
But the motionless woman in the chair had recognized her voice and the voice of her companion at once. And then their eyes met. Mrs. Barker drew back, but did not utter a cry. Mrs. Horncastle, with eyes even brighter than her companion's, smiled. The red deepened in Mrs. Barker's cheek. "This is my room!" she said indignantly, with a sweeping gesture around the walls.
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