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Ask Sangster, if you don't believe me. I swear to you that, if it were possible, I'd give my right hand this minute to undo all the rotten past and start again. I suppose it's too late. I suppose she hates me. She said she did that last night in London. She looks as if she does now. The way she asked me if I was going to stay to dinner a chap's own wife! and in front of that brute Kettering!"
He felt sure he could enlist his sympathy, for, despite the apparent limitation of his interests, Simon Kettering had impressed him as having, in a general way, a keen understanding of things. The vulgarity of life in that household was but a small consideration to him now. His vow never to return to it had been made when he had taken the old vision of things.
Gwen must see him, and Tom Kettering must be stopped going to bed, and must be ready to drive her over to Grantley, if there is still a chance to catch the up-train for Euston. Lutwyche may get things ready at once, on the chance, and not lose a minute. Lupin is off, hotfoot, to the Stables, to catch Mr. Sandys, and bring him round.
Kettering coloured; he tried to refuse; he wanted to refuse; but somehow her brown eyes would not let him; somehow "I shall be delighted," he heard himself say. He had not meant to say it; he would have given a great deal to recall the words as soon as they were spoken, but it was too late. Another moment and they were in the house. He looked round him with a sense of great pleasure.
Kettering looked hard at him, and Morgan bore the gaze without flinching. "I can see you mean it," he said, "so we won't waste time discussing whether you're serious. Now, Mr. Druce, I don't know who you are, and I'm not going to ask you any questions.
"Och, yes, she's familiar with us," replied Joseph Kettering, the Amishman, who was president of the Board. "Why ain't she familiar with me, then?" Getz inquired, looking bewildered, as the president opened the ink-bottle that stood on the table about which they sat, and distributed slips of paper. "Well, that's some different again, too," facetiously answered Joseph Kettering.
He broke out again into a fresh torrent of abuse of Kettering. He cursed him up hill and down dale. Even when they were in the restaurant to which Sangster insisted on going he could not stop Jimmy's flow of expletives. One or two people lunching near looked at them in amazement. In desperation Sangster ordered a couple of brandies; he forced Jimmy to drink one. Presently he quieted a little.
Don't trouble about me. It is you I am thinking of leaving you here. I am afraid I may be away some days, and you may not be comfortable.... No I can't possibly take you with me. I have to get ready to go at once. The trap will only just take me and Lutwyche, and our boxes. It must be Tom Kettering and the trap. The carriage could not do it in the time.
"We had tea at Heston," Christine said. She ran into the house. Kettering looked at the elder girl. "You would not come," he said. "Don't you care for motoring?" "No." She came down the steps and stood beside him. "Mr. Kettering, may I say something?" He looked faintly surprised. "May you! Why, of course!" "You will be angry you will be very angry, I am afraid," she said.
Stories, by no means exaggerated, of the deep drinking and deeper play of the club, whose gatehouse now stands at the entrance of Overstone Park, were rife, when on Lady Day 1785 William Carey became Baptist preacher of Moulton village, on the other side of the road. Moulton was to become the birthplace of the modern missionary idea; Kettering, of evangelical missionary action.
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