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Secondly, was it probable that Frank would have heard the news, and, if so, was it conceivable that he had gone straight off somewhere in consequence to his lawyers, or even to Merefield itself? Dick remembered the name of the firm quite well at least, he thought so. Should he send a wire to inquire? But then, in that case, Jack shrewdly pointed out, everything was as it should be.
Winter at Merefield Rectory is almost as delightful as summer, although in an entirely different way. The fact is that the Rectory has managed the perfect English compromise.
The social order of Merefield seemed to be in an exceedingly sound condition.
They were considerably more brothers to one another than were Frank and Archie, his actual elder brother, known to the world as Viscount Merefield. Jack did not particularly approve of Archie; he thought him a pompous ass, and occasionally said so.
We've come down here on purpose you're killing yourself " "One moment," said Frank. "Tell me exactly what you want." Dick pushed to the front. "Let him alone, you fellows.... This is what we want, Frank. We want you to come straight to the clergy-house for to-night. To-morrow you and I'll go and see the lawyers first thing in the morning, and go up to Merefield by the afternoon train.
They'd all be delighted to have him: It was only ten miles off Merefield, and perhaps Because Frank was not going to sponge upon his friends. Neither was he going to skulk about near home. Well, if he was so damned obstinate, why didn't he go into the City or even to the Bar? Because he hadn't any money; and he would infinitely sooner go on the tramp than sit on a stool.
And could she possibly care for anyone who had been such an indescribable fool as to give up Merefield, and his prospects and his past and his abilities, and set out on this absurd and childish adventure? So once more he came round in a circle and his misery was complete.
And yet, somehow, not only had he not made them, but it was obvious and evident when he regarded them that they could not possibly be made. Mr. Parham-Carter leaned on the gate a full five minutes considering all this. But he arrived at no conclusion. The Rector of Merefield was returning from a short pastoral visitation towards the close of an afternoon at the beginning of November.
There was one dramatic moment, Jack told me, when they found that luncheon had been laid at a high point on the hills from which the great gray mass of Merefield and the shimmer of the lake in front of the house were plainly visible only eight miles away. The flag was flying, too, from the flagstaff on the old keep, showing, according to ancient custom, that Lord Talgarth was at home.
"I beg your pardon, sir? "This is Mr. Frank Guiseley of Merefield.... It is, really! But we don't want more people talking than are necessary. You understand? Please don't say anything about it, except that he's come on a walking-tour. And please tell the housekeeper to get the Blue Room ready, and let somebody turn on the hot water in the bath-room until further notice.
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