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Soon after dinner Felix slunk away to some music hall or theatre in quest probably of some other Ruby Ruggles. Then Lady Carbury, who had now been told as much as her son knew, again attacked her daughter. Very much of the story Felix had learned from Ruby. Ruby had of course learned that Paul was engaged to Mrs Hurtle.
There are closenesses and sweet approaches, smiles and nods and pleasant winkings, whispers, innuendoes and hints, little mutual admirations and assurances that there are things known to those two happy ones of which the world beyond is altogether ignorant. Much of this comes of nature, but something of it sometimes comes by art. Of such art as there may be in it Mrs Hurtle was a perfect master.
Perhaps it was true that he, too, had of late loved Mrs Hurtle hardly better than she did herself. It might be that he had been indeed constrained by hard circumstances to go with the woman to Lowestoft.
Whereupon the senior policeman said that he saw at a glance how it all was, but that Mr Crumb had better come along with him just for the present. To this arrangement the unfortunate hero from Bungay made not the slightest objection. 'Miss Ruggles, said Mrs Hurtle, 'if that young man doesn't conquer you at last you can't have a heart in your bosom.
For her sake, in order that he might be effectually free from Mrs Hurtle, he had determined to endure the spring of the wild cat. For her sake, so he told himself, he had been content to abide by that odious railway company, in order that he might if possible preserve an income on which to support her.
It was after this that Mrs Hurtle received Hetta's letter. She had as yet returned no answer to Paul Montague, nor had she intended to send any written answer. Were she to comply with his request she could do so best by writing to the girl who was concerned rather than to him.
My late husband, Caradoc Hurtle, was Attorney-General in the State of Kansas when I married him, I being then in possession of a considerable fortune left to me by my mother. There his life was infamously bad. He spent what money he could get of mine, and then left me and the State, and took himself to Texas; where he drank himself to death.
It was bound to be a full hour for me. I had much reason to be grateful to Whit Hurtle. He had pulled my team out of a rut and won me the pennant, and the five thousand dollars I got for his release bought the little cottage on the hill for Milly and me. Then there was my pride in having developed him.
To-morrow my angel hand glides my pen over the paper. On Thursday my angel tongue gives forth my wisdom with the sound of a tinkling cymbal." "The paper to-morrow, the viva on Thursday?" He bowed his angel head. "George, don't, don't fool. Are you nervous? Will you pass?" "I shall rush, I shall bound. I shall hurtle through like a great boulder." "Georgie! Will you?" He dropped his banter.
"Fear nothing," he said. "Trust me. Indeed there is no reason why you should do otherwise. No more of this for half a year. I bid you good night, master." He was gone and for a moment only the hurtle of the rain on the ground windows of the tower room broke the silence; then Brendon emerged from his hiding-place and stretched his limbs.
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