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Mesurier, perhaps even disgust you," said Mr. Gerard. "Indeed, no!" exclaimed Henry; "but both the subject and your way of treating it are, I confess, a little new to me." "You are surprised to find one who is what is popularly known as a drunkard not so much ashamed of as interested in himself; isn't that it? Well, that comes of the introspective literary temperament.
"So, Mesurier," he continued, affectionately, "when I met you and understood something of your nature, I thought that in you I had found one who was worthy to guard this treasure for me, and perhaps pass it on again to some other chosen spirit so that these beautiful words of a noble woman's heart shall not die for when a man loves a woman, Mesurier, as you yourself must know, he is insatiable to hear her praise, and it is agony for him to think that her memory may suffer extinction.
When Esther reached home that evening, she found a further telegram from Mike, announcing his arrival at Euston; and she had scarcely read it when she heard her father's voice calling her. She went immediately to the dining-room. "Esther, dear," he said, "your mother and I want a word with you." "No, James, you must speak for yourself in this," said Mrs. Mesurier, evidently a little perturbed.
He is really quite interested in you. She looked up. Fielding was standing just behind her shoulder. 'He asked me quite often what you were like. 'I don't understand you, said she loftily; and then, 'He might be a schoolboy at his first pantomime. 'He gives that kind of impression, I believe, in everything he does. Miss Le Mesurier had not made the remark in order to elicit eulogy.
"Now, whoever can that be!" the three girls would impatiently exclaim; and presently the maid would come to Miss Esther to say that there was an old man at the door asking for Mrs. Mesurier. "What's his name, Jane?" "He wouldn't give it, miss. He said it would be all right. Mrs. Mesurier would know him well enough." "Whoever can it be? What's he like, Jane?"
It could only be important, she realised, if she set great store upon her acquaintanceship with Drake. Drake, in fact, had achieved something of a triumph, though quite unknown to himself, for he had compelled Clarice Le Mesurier to abandon the consideration of his attitude towards her in favour of a search after the state of her feelings towards him.
Fielding thought more than once of calling at his flat, since his determination had been sharpened rather than overcome by the victories of Mrs. Willoughby. He was more than ever convinced that Mallinson ought to have a fair chance with Miss Le Mesurier an equal chance with Drake. The name of Drake made him pause.
Le Mesurier felt driven back upon the actual point of his explanation, and almost compelled to fine his words down to just the needful quantity. 'Clarice, I believe, he said brusquely, 'means to ask you how Gorley died. He was engaged to her. Drake did not so much as stir a muscle, even his eyes maintained their steadiness, and Mr. Le Mesurier drew a breath of relief.
Mesurier was enjoying a little doze on the parlour sofa, and her three elder daughters were snatching an hour or two from housework they had already left school for a little private reading, the drowsy house would suddenly be awakened by one loud wooden knock at the door.
"It's a poor sort of tale that." "At any rate it's no lie," Kate answered. "When I came to your front door, I left the young lady who was staying here only a few weeks ago, Miss Le Mesurier you called her, sitting in the barn waiting." Cecil laughed scornfully. "Did she drop from the clouds?" he asked. "She has been staying at the farm," Kate answered, "for days.
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