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It meant that she did not want to go back by the same road with the chance of seeing those two again. Ellice's cheeks were burning, and her eyes were bright with anger. Joan Meredyth had cut her, and it seemed to her that Johnny had aided and abetted. Then she happened to glance at Hugh Alston, and intuition prompted her. "I think you know her," she said quickly. "Yes, I I know her."
Don't lose any time, and be sure that all past unhappiness can be ended, and the future faced with the certainty of brighter and happier days." Over this letter Joan Meredyth pondered a great deal. It was a warm-hearted and affectionate response to her somewhat stilted little appeal. Yet what did the old lady mean, to what did the veiled reference apply? "So you mean going, then?" Slotman asked.
Alston had insisted on it that he had nothing to expect in the way of cash from Miss Meredyth. Slotman lay writhing, and cursing and planning vengeance. There were few things that he would not have liked to do to Hugh Alston, but finally he decided he could better hurt Hugh Alston through Joan, so thereafter he devoted his thoughts to Joan.
"But always room enough for Helen, Johnny. You haven't told me what you think of Joan Meredyth." She watched him out of the corners of her eyes. He stared straight ahead between the ears of the old horse. "Joan Meredyth," he repeated, and she saw a deep flush come stealing under the tan of his cheeks. "Oh, she's handsome, Con. She almost took my breath away.
He came to see Miss Marjorie Linden, who was, I fancy, distantly related to him. I am not sure, Mr. Alston certainly called several times." "And saw Miss Meredyth?" "I think not. I have no reason to believe that he did. Miss Linden and Miss Meredyth were close friends, and of course Miss Linden may have introduced him. It is quite possible." "Thank you!" said Slotman.
"Well, I don't know that it is usual for visitors to call on lady clerks. If I might make a suggestion I'd say send in your card to Mr. Slotman, and ask his permission to see Miss Meredyth." "Thanks!" Hugh said. "If that's the right thing to do, I'll do it." Half an hour later Mr. Slotman was examining Hugh's card. "Who is he?" "A tall, well-dressed gentleman, sir; young.
"Read this letter carefully, digest it, and then briefly explain to me what the dickens it is all about." The secretary took the letter and read it carefully. "This letter is from Lady Linden, of Cornbridge Manor House, Cornbridge. She is deeply interested in a young lady, Miss Joan Meredyth. At least " Hudson paused. "Joan, pretty little Joan Meredyth old Tom Meredyth's girl. Yes, go on!"
"I must apologise," he said, "for this intrusion." Miss Skinner bowed. She was tall and thin, angular and severe, a typical headmistress, stern and unyielding. "I am," Slotman lied, "a solicitor from London, and I am interested in a young lady who a matter of three years ago was, I believe, a pupil in this school." "Indeed?" "Miss Joan Meredyth," said Slotman.
She knows jolly well she wouldn't get another job in a hurry, and here she is." But Mr. Slotman made up his mind to go cautiously and carefully. He would not let Miss Meredyth witness his sense of satisfaction. "I am glad you have returned, Miss Meredyth. I felt sure that you would; there's no reason whatever we shouldn't get on perfectly well."
The scene was over, yet he felt no relief. "Miss Meredyth!" She did not hear, or affected not to. She turned the handle of the door, but hesitated for a moment. She looked back at him, contempt in her gaze. "You are ungenerous," he said again. He had not meant to say it; he had to say something, and it seemed to him that her anger against him was almost unreasonable.
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