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The weather was damp and cold, and he sat musing on the ordeal now abruptly confronting him before his study fire when he heard a step behind him. He turned to recognize, by the glow of the embers, the heavy figure of Nelson Langmaid. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, Hodder," he said. "The janitor said you were in, and your door is open." "Not at all," replied the rector, rising.
It's only when one of them gets in the gear-box . . . ." The rector laughed. And thus they stood, facing each other. "Langmaid," Holder asked, "don't you ever get tired and disgusted with the Juggernaut car?" The big lawyer continued to smile, but a sheepish, almost boyish expression came over his face. He had not credited the clergyman with so much astuteness.
Never had he accused her of boldness, and now least of all. It was the quality of her splendid courage that was borne in upon him once more above the host of other feelings and impressions, for he read in her eyes a knowledge of the meaning of his visit. They stood facing each other an appreciable moment. "Mr. Langmaid is with him now," she said, in a low voice. "Yes," he answered.
Never had he accused her of boldness, and now least of all. It was the quality of her splendid courage that was borne in upon him once more above the host of other feelings and impressions, for he read in her eyes a knowledge of the meaning of his visit. They stood facing each other an appreciable moment. "Mr. Langmaid is with him now," she said, in a low voice. "Yes," he answered.
"Oh, Nelson, how can you say such a thing, when you came to get him!" exclaimed his sister." "I recommended him because I thought he had none," Langmaid declared. "He'll be a bishop some day every one says so," said Mrs. Whitely, indignantly. "That reassures me," said her brother. "I can't see why they sent you you hardly ever go to church," she cried.
But it's deeper than that. Eldon Parr will give orders that Hodder's to go." "Give orders?" "Certainly. That vestry, so far as Mr. Parr is concerned, is a mere dummy board of directors. He's made Langmaid, and Plimpton, and even Everett Constable, who's the son of an honourable gentleman, and ought to know better. And he can ruin them by snapping his fingers.
Then he seized his hat and made his way as rapidly as possible through the crowds to the Parr Building. At the entrance of the open-air roof garden of the Eyrie he ran into Nelson Langmaid. "You're the very man I'm after," said Mr. Plimpton, breathlessly. "I stopped in your office, and they said you'd gone up." "What's the matter, Wallis?" inquired the lawyer, tranquilly.
"I think you're irreverent," said his sister, "and it's a shame that the canons permit such persons to sit on the vestry . . . ." "Gerald," asked Nelson Langmaid of his brother-in-law that night, after his sister and the girls had gone to bed, "are you sure that this young man's orthodox?"
The spectacle of this self-command on the brink of such a crucial event as the vestry meeting had taken Langmaid aback more than he cared to show. He had lost the old sense of comradeship, of easy equality; and he had the odd feeling of dealing with a new man, at once familiar and unfamiliar, who had somehow lifted himself out of the everyday element in which they heretofore had met.
There could not be the slightest doubt that the rector did not mean to yield, and yet they might have been puzzled if they had asked themselves how they had read the fact in his face or manner. For he betrayed neither anger nor impatience. No more did the financier reveal his own feelings. He still sat back in his chair, unmoved, in apparent contemplation. The posture was familiar to Langmaid.
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