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"I avoid unnecessary struggles as much as possible," Eric answered shortly. "You couldn't get the work done while the war's on," Sir Francis pointed out, rooting himself firmly in the particular. Eric walked upstairs, reflecting in moody dissatisfaction on unnecessary struggles. No one ever laid out his dress clothes for him at Lashmar.
Very carefully had Iris put out of sight or got rid of, everything which could remind him of her former marriage. Of course Lashmar had given her no presents; she, on the other hand, had been very busy in furnishing a study which should please him, buying the pictures and ornaments he liked, and many expensive books of which he said that he had need.
Neither Miss Tomalin nor Miss Bride had been seen by anyone. The day of the funeral arrived; the hour appointed was half-past two. All the morning rain fell, and about mid-day began a violent thunder storm, which lasted for an hour. Then the sky began to clear, and as Lashmar started for Rivenoak be saw a fine rainbow across great sullen clouds, slowly breaking upon depths of azure.
She pointed doubtfully towards a table set for two. "We put the dirty plates on the floor, and my maid will take them away when she brings coffee. I've only her and one kitchen-maid to keep me alive. Eric, I've been looking forward to this most enormously. That was a sweet letter you wrote me from Lashmar I love the name! Lashmar Mill-House You were very fond of Jack, I could see. Shall we begin?"
Sir William appeared by no means eager to discuss political or social themes, but May Tomalin could not rest till they were brought forward, and her aunt, who seemed to have no desire but to please her and put her into prominence, helped them on. "Are you going to stand as a Socialist?" asked the baronet of Lashmar, with some surprise, when May's talk had sufficiently confused him.
Without meaning it, you have decided this question for me; it's time I looked to other things." "I felt that!" exclaimed Mrs. Woolstan, her eyes brightening. "That was what decided me; I see now that it was though perhaps. I hardly understood myself at the time. No more pupils! It is time that your serious career began." Lashmar smiled, nodding in reflective approval.
Toplady said at once: "I know a friend of yours, Mr. Lashmar, Mrs. Woolstan. Perhaps she has spoken to you of me?" "She has," Dyce replied, remembering now that it was from Mrs. Woolstan he had heard her name. "Why, how's that?" exclaimed the hostess. "You never told me about it, Mr. Lashmar." Dyce had much ado to conceal his annoyed embarrassment. He wondered whether Mrs.
She looked closer; found that there was question of a French book of some importance, recently published; and smilingly asked herself whether it could be that Lashmar knew this book. That he was capable of reticence regarding the source of his ideas, she had little doubt; and what would be more amusing than to see "the coming man" convicted of audacious plagiarism?
If a company corrupt it, I forswear all fermented liquor, and go to the grave on mere element 'honest water which ne'er left man in the mire. But I hope better things I hops better things." "And what do you think of Martin?" asked the journalist, as he and Lashmar walked to the nearest place where a vehicle could be obtained for the drive to Rivenoak. "A fine old cynic!" answered Dyce.
"A good age," remarked the athletic lawyer, with obvious difficulty subduing his wonted breeziness. "The doctor tells me that it was marvellous she lived so long. Wonderful woman! Wonderful!" And he too moved away, Lashmar gazing after him, and wishing he knew all that was in the legal mind at this moment. But that secret must very soon become common property.
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