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He threw back his head with a passion which, as Meynell clearly recognized, was not without its touch of dignity. Meynell stepped back. "We have talked enough, I think. You will of course take the course that seems to you best, and I shall take mine. I bid you good day." From the study window Meynell watched the disappearing figure of his adversary.
I can't remember a time when she didn't have everything she wanted!" "She didn't get on very well with her father?" suggested Mary timidly. Meynell made a sudden movement, and did not answer for a moment. "Sir Ralph and she were always at cross-purposes," he said at last.
Yet Meynell realized at once, as she just touched his offered hand, that the sympathy and the homage he would so gladly have brought her would be unwelcome; and that it was a trial to her to see him. He sat down beside her, while Mary and Hester who, on her introduction to Mrs.
Meynell, who knew every yard of the great heath and loved it well, felt himself lifted there in spirit as he looked. The "bunchberries" must just be ripening on the high ground nestling scarlet and white amid their glossy leaves.
"I found a letter waiting for me," said Meynell, holding up the note he had taken from the hall-table on coming in. But he pursued the subject no further. The young man fidgeted a moment. "All one can say is" he broke out at last "that if it had not been my father, it would have been some one else the Archdeacon probably. The fight was bound to come." "Of course it was!"
"To myself and by his wish, and in the spirit of entire friendliness to you, I consulted your friend and supporter, Mr. Flaxman." Meynell raised his eyebrows. "Flaxman? You thought yourself justified?" "It was surely better to take so difficult a matter to a friend of yours, rather than to an enemy." Meynell smiled but not agreeably. "Any one else?"
My reason for approving Meynell in the matter is that he was aware and you were not aware" he fell into the slow phrasing he always affected on important occasions "of facts bearing vitally on your proposal; and that in the light of them he acted as any honest man was bound to act." "What do you mean!" cried Stephen, springing to his feet.
A long silence, broken by moaning, while Meynell knelt there, watching her, sometimes whispering to her. At last she said, "I couldn't face you all. I'm dying." She moved her right hand restlessly. "Give me something for this pain I I can't stand it." "Dear Hester can you bear it a little longer? We will do all we can. We have sent for the doctor. He has a motor. He will be here very soon."
"I shall of course withdraw my name from the Arches suit," said Barron, leaning over a chair, his eyes on the ground. Meynell did not reply. He took up his hat; only saying as he went toward the door: "Remember Flaxman holds his hand entirely. The situation is with you." Then, after a moment's hesitation, he added simply, almost shyly "God help you! Won't you consult your daughter?"
He burst out instead "What possible motive could Maurice have had for such an action? The thing isn't even plausible!" "Oh, Maurice had various old scores to settle with me," said Meynell, quietly. "I have come across him more than once in this parish no need to say how. I tried to prevent him from publicly disgracing himself and you; and I did prevent him.
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