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Terry had complained boyishly that Stella ran away from him, was shy of his caresses. He had had to take her by capture, he said, and his mother loved him none the less. They were going to see Mrs. Wade. Stella was already friends with Susan Horridge at the South lodge and with Georgie. She had heard much of Mrs.
He looked with something like wonder at the nerve-shattered man who had risen to his feet with a certain air of briskness. "Horridge," he said, "I wish I had your pluck." "I don't know any one in the service from whom you need borrow any, sir," was the quiet reply.
Your father and Stella's father each took their turn at soldiering. It is as well to be prepared in case of need. There might be a bolt out of the blue sky. So much more reason for being happy while we may." "You know that Susan Horridge or Mrs. Baker, but she won't be called that identified the dead man I found by the Admiral's tomb as her husband?" "Yes, I heard so. A good riddance.
"Perhaps if they'd a Herr Horridge to send over here for it, they'd have got it before now. As it is well, I'm not sure," he went on. "It seems a pity to disappoint them, doesn't it? I'd love to give them a run for their money." Horridge smiled faintly. He knew a good deal about his companion. "They're spoiling for it, sir," he admitted.
The young man withdrew, carefully closing the door, around which Sir Henry, with a word of apology, arranged a screen. "I don't think," he explained, "that eavesdropping extends to these premises, or that our voices could reach outside. Still, a ha'porth of prevention, eh? Have a cigar, Horridge." "I'm not smoking for a day or two, thank you, sir."
"But, won't you have some tea too?" "No, thank you. I am not one for tea at every hour of the day like Mrs. Horridge. I take my tea when you are taking your dinner. You wouldn't like a boiled egg now? I've one little hen laying." Her voice was coaxing. Now that Lady O'Gara could see the face in full light she thought it an innocent and gentle face.
She took a roundabout way to Waterfall Cottage, because she did not want the slight interruption of speaking to Susan Horridge if she went out by the South lodge, the nearest way. By a détour through her own park she entered O'Hart property, which had been in Chancery since she remembered it, the house going to rack and ruin.
Sir Henry shook hands with the latter and pointed to the easy-chair which his previous visitor had just vacated. "Welcome back again, Horridge," he said cordially. "Miles, I'll ring when I want you." "Very good, sir," the secretary replied. "There's a fisherman from Norfolk downstairs, when you're at liberty." Sir Henry nodded. "I'll see him presently. Shut him up somewhere where he can smoke."
Horridge arranged it for me that I could get the milk from your dairy. It would make any tea good. She brings me the milk twice daily, or her little lad does." "Susan seldom ventures out, I think," Lady O'Gara said, while she sipped her tea. "I am glad you get her beyond her own gate." "She's a scared creature. She dreads the road. Mr. Kenny gets her all she wants from the village.
"Unfortunately we do not know where the mother is," Lady O'Gara said sorrowfully. "I will give the patient something to keep her quiet to-night," the doctor went on. "Perhaps you could send some one over to my house for the medicine." "Patsy Kenny will go." "Now let me take you back to the house. It is growing dusk. Is there any one you could send to stay with Mrs. ... Mrs. ...?" "Susan Horridge.
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