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And now all sense of confidence, of security, was gone. There on the hillside was the white patch of Knatchett the old farmhouse, where Coryston had settled himself. It showed to her disturbed mind like the patch of leaven which, scarcely visible at first, will grow and grow "till the whole is leavened." A leaven of struggle and revolt. And only her woman's strength to fight it.
He threw himself down beside her. "Well?" Brother and sister had only met twice since Coryston's settlement at Knatchett once in the village street, and once when Marcia had invaded his bachelor quarters at Knatchett. On that occasion she had discharged upon him all the sarcasm and remonstrance of which she was capable.
Coryston walked back to Knatchett at a furious pace, jumped on his bicycle, and went off to find Marion Atherstone the only person with whom he could trust himself at the moment. He more than suspected that Marcia in a fit of sentimental folly would relent toward Newbury in distress and even his rashness shrank from the possibility of a quarrel which might separate him from his sister for good.
"As to his support of that blacksmith from Ling, whom he is actually setting up in business at Knatchett itself the man is turning out a perfect firebrand! distributing Socialist leaflets over the whole neighborhood getting up a quarrel between some of the parents here in this very village and our schoolmaster, about the punishment of a child perfectly legitimate! everything in order! and enrolling more members of Mr.
Now I'm knocking up a shop and a furnace, and all the rest of the togs wanted, for Price, in my back yard at Knatchett. And we've made him Liberal agent for the village. I can tell you he's going it! That's No. 2. No. 3 There's a slight difficulty with the hunt I needn't trouble you with. We've given 'em warning we're going to kill foxes wherever we can get 'em.
He says there is only one house in the neighborhood he could take " "He has taken it." Marcia opened her right hand, in which she crushed a telegram. "Bellows has just brought me this." Lady Coryston opened and read it. "Have taken Knatchett for three years. Tell mother." Lady Coryston's lips stiffened. "He has lost no time. He can vex and distress us, of course. We shall have to bear it."
She is very much attached to you though much troubled often, as of course you know, by the line you have taken down here.... Let me know when you return that I may come over to Knatchett. We can be brothers, can't we? even though we look at life so differently." But to this Coryston, who had gone on to a Labor Congress in Scotland, made no reply.
"Oh, but they're so interesting," was Coryston's cool reply as he took his seat by Marion Atherstone. "I'm certain everybody here finds them so. And what on earth have I taken Knatchett for, except to blazon abroad what our dear mother has been doing?" "I wish to heaven you hadn't taken Knatchett," said Arthur, sulkily. "You regard me as a nuisance? Well, I meant to be.
But one white patch, in particular, on an upland not three miles from the base of the hills, drew back her eyes and thoughts perpetually. The patch was Knatchett, and she was thinking of Lord Coryston.
About the hour when the letter was finished, when the July sun was already high over the dewy new-shorn fields, Coryston, after an hour's sleep in his chair, and a bath, left Knatchett to walk to Coryston. He was oppressed by some vague dread which would not let him rest. In the strong excitements and animosities of the preceding day he had forgotten his mother.
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