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"I am sure it must be in the best taste. And then?" "Oh, then Mr. Roger died at sea and left it all, Starden Hall and his money, to Miss Joan Meredyth. And she lives there now, and I suppose she'll go on living there when she is married." "When she is married," he repeated. "To Mr. John Everard of Buddesby, a rare pleasant-spoken, nice gentleman as no one can speak a word against.
She, on her side, deemed it her duty to exhibit equal cheerfulness. She boasted of his progress in self-reliance and in the accomplishment of various little blind man's tricks. At her bidding he lit a cigarette for my benefit, by means of a patent fuse. He said, when he had succeeded: "Better than the last time you saw me, eh, Meredyth?" "What was that?" asked Mrs. Boyce.
I want that money and more; I want a declaration from you that you will never molest her again; for if you do if you do " Hugh's face was not good to see, and Mr. Slotman quivered uneasily in his chair. "The the money was lent to me. Miss Meredyth worked for me, and and I went to her, explaining that my business was in a precarious condition, and she very kindly lent me the money.
"You can, sir!" "I am sure of it. Take that note to Miss Meredyth, ask to see her personally. Don't mention my name. Give her that letter, and if, when she has read it, she will come with you, bring her here, because I must see her, and to-night." It was Alice Betts who opened the door to Mrs. Bonner. "Oh, good evening, Mrs. Bonner!" "I didn't come 'ere to bandy no words with you," said Mrs.
He stood there, gasping and clutching at the edge of the table, while he listened to the man in the adjoining room offering marriage to Joan Meredyth "as the only possible atonement" he could make her! Naturally, Mr. Philip Slotman could not understand in the least why or wherefore; it was beyond his comprehension. And now he stood listening eagerly, holding his breath waiting for her answer.
Until lately I was employing a young lady on my staff." "Well?" "Her name was Meredyth, Miss Joan Meredyth." "I don't want to hear anything at all about her," said Lady Linden. "Why you come to me, goodness only knows. If you've come for information I haven't got any. If you want information, the right person to go to is her husband!" "Her her husband!" Mr. Slotman seemed to be choking.
"Miss Meredyth was a pupil here at the time you mention, three years ago. It was three years ago that she left." "In June?" Slotman asked. "I think so. Is it important that you know?" "Very!" "I will go and look up my books." In a few minutes Miss Skinner was back. "Miss Meredyth left us in the June of nineteen hundred and eighteen," she said. "Suddenly?" "Somewhat yes, suddenly.
He was thinking of the past, of those good old days when he and Tom Meredyth, the girl's father, and George Alston, the lad's father, were all young fellows together. Ah, good old days, fine old days! When the young blood coursed strong and hot in the veins, when there was no need of Harrogate waters, when the limbs were supple and strong, and the eyes bright and clear.
They were married, if you want to know and I don't see why it should any longer be kept a secret three years ago, in June, nineteen eighteen at Marlbury, Dorset, where my niece was at school with Miss Meredyth. Now you know all I know, and if you want any further information, apply to the husband." "But but," Slotman said, "I " He was thinking.
I shall go up to London early to-morrow morning and stay with my old friend Lady Fanshawe I think you have met her here the widow of the late Admiral Fanshawe. She has a house in Eccleston Street, which is, I think, in the neighbourhood of Belton Square. If I haven't thanked you enough, dear Major Meredyth, it is that, when one's heart is full, one can't do everything all at once."
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