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They perked up instantly, however, when they saw us, turning towards us with a movement that looked concerted and was in itself a question. Frank Jervaise, striding on ahead of me, answered at once, with a gloomy shake of his head. "Isn't she there?" his mother asked. And "Hasn't she been there at all?" she persisted when Frank returned a morose negative. "Who did you see?" put in young Turnbull.
Banks was honestly surprised. "Why not?" he asked. "You met Anne last night, didn't you? That'll be all right. You tell her I told you to come up. She'll understand." I shook my head. "It won't take you long to run up to the Hall and put the car in," I said. "I'll cut across the Park and meet you in that wood just below your house the way that Jervaise and I went last night."
We cannot, in any case, do anything until the morning." "Even if she comes in, now," supplemented Olive. "As I'm almost sure she will," affirmed Mrs. Jervaise. And she must have put something of genuine confidence into her statement, for automatically we all stopped talking for a few seconds and listened again with the ears of faith for the return of the car.
There was a fourth road, opposite the Park gate, and a sign-post stood at the junction of what may once have been the main cross-roads before some old Jervaise land-robber pushed the park out on this side until he was stopped by the King's highway.
But what event we could be awaiting, it was hard to imagine unless it were the sudden return of Brenda, with or without Banks. And, even when we had all finished, and were free to separate, we still lingered for unnecessary minutes in the breakfast-room, as if we were compelled to maintain our pretence until the last possible moment. Old Jervaise was the first to go.
You're about of a height, but you're so much slighter. Still, with very little alteration, her things would fit you very well. If we should be obliged ..." She broke off abruptly as Anne returned, followed by Mr. Jervaise and the glowering, vindictive figure of his son.
Frank turned to him sharply. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "He'd have given in this morning, if it hadn't been for you," Banks said, staring with his most dogged expression at Jervaise. "What makes you think so?" Jervaise retaliated. "What he said, and the way he behaved," Banks asserted, the English yeoman stock in him still very apparent. "You're mistaken," Jervaise snapped.
Jervaise was a man of nearly sixty, I suppose, with a clean-shaven face, a longish nose, and rather loose cheeks which fell, nevertheless, into firm folds and gave him a look of weak determination. I should have liked to model his face in clay; his lines were of the kind that give the amateur a splendid chance in modelling. Mrs.
Jervaise was taller and thinner than her husband, but lost something by always carrying her head with a slight droop as if she were for ever passing through a low doorway. Her features were sharper than his she had a high hawk nose and a thin line of a mouth but either they were carelessly arranged or their relative proportions were bad, for I never felt the least desire to model her.
I noted that spot as marking the probable position of the setting moon. I decided that as soon as this infernal inquisition was over, I would get rid of Jervaise and find some God-given place in which I might wait for the dawn. I knew that there must be any number of such places between the Farm and the Hall.
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