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It was a comfort to find someone who agreed with their decision, and was convinced that they were acting aright in returning home, even in defiance of Uncle Bernard's wishes. "The maid cries, and Bates looks as if he would like to murder us, Mr Druce keeps out of the way and says nothing, and Jack Melland, who is so keen on taking his own way, has half a dozen compromises to suggest.

She more than half disapproved of Mollie's candour, despising herself the while for so doing, so she preserved a dead silence, until Jack Melland nobly stepped into the breach. "Well, if you are North-country, Miss Mollie, I suppose I am Colonial. I was born in India, where my father's regiment was stationed.

Mr Melland was apparently still on his high horse, a faint flush upon his face, his nostrils curved and dilated. As for Uncle Bernard himself, his set face showed no sign of approval or the reverse; he simply bowed to his nieces, and waved them towards a seat, saying curtly "Our party is not complete. I have asked the vicar and his wife to dine with us, and make your acquaintance.

As he turned the pony round the corner of the little lane which bordered the lawn he heard Mrs Thornton's surprised exclamation, "Why, Mollie!" and the half-laughing exclamation, "It's nothing! The sun is so strong, it made my eyes smart!" Jack Melland set his teeth and drove on in a tumult of feeling such as he had never known before in the course of his self-satisfied existence.

I am quite satisfied with my own lot, without any outside assistance." "Don't you care about money, then?" asked Ruth timidly. Jack Melland threw back his head with an air of masterful complacency. "I care about making money. That is to say, I love my work, and wish it to be successful, but I am keen on it more for the sake of the interest and occupation than for what it brings.

"If you have seen it only once, it cannot be my real self," said Mollie quietly. She had grown, not red but white, as she listened to Jack's words, and her heart had begun to beat in an agitating fashion hitherto unknown. She felt as if somebody had suddenly dealt her an unexpected blow, for until this moment she had fondly imagined herself to be good friends with Jack Melland.

Mrs Thornton pursed up her lips, stared first at the ground, then at the sky, then across into Mollie's face. "He is very fond of riding!" she said mysteriously. "I see him pass every morning, going in the same direction, and always alone. How is it that none of you ever go with him?" "Jack Melland is still lame, and Ruth and I are only beginners.

Mollie stood on the first step of the staircase, her arm on the banister, looking with a challenging smile into the proud self-confident face on a level with her own. "Have you ever been ill, Mr Melland?" "I am thankful to say I have not." "But you have surely had a pain, or an ache, for a few hours at a time? Ear-ache, when you were a child, or toothache later on?" "Oh, certainly!

Mr Melland refuses to be considered as a `candidate, and is staying only till his ankle is better. Mr Druce," Ruth hesitated uncertainly "he is very nice to Uncle Bernard. They talk together a good deal. Sometimes I think his chance is very good." "He is certainly second favourite, so far; but we have more than two months still before us. I intend to cut them both out long before then.

"It's one of his `turns, miss," the butler explained to Ruth. "He used to have them constantly, but it's the first since you came. We'll send down for the doctor, and he'll probably stay all night. You can never tell how things may go!" Jack Melland limped off towards the deserted smoking-room.

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