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"But I hoped you would not." "Don't let us begin at the end. I haven't seen you since I left Millstead. Were you surprised at my going?" "I was rather surprised at the way you went." "I thought you would understand it. Now, honestly, didn't you?" "Perhaps I did." "I thought so. You had seen what I only saw that very night. You understood " "Please, Father Stafford " "Say Mr. Stafford." "No.
Lane had returned only that morning, from America, he believed, and had left the house an hour ago, on his way to Territon Park; he added that he believed Mr. Lane had received a telegram from Lord Rickmansworth inviting him to go down. Mrs. Lane was at Millstead Manor. Stafford was annoyed at missing Eugene, but not surprised or disturbed to hear of his visit to Territon Park.
This thing also had he set behind him. Claudia still stood fixed on the spot where he had left her. Then she sat down on the seat, and gave herself up to memories of their walks and talks at Millstead. "Why need he spoil it all?" she cried. "Why need he give me a sad memory, when I had such a pleasant one? Oh, how foolish they are! What a pity it's Eugene, and not him!
Haddington's opinion, might well pave the way to a closer union, and this hope accounted for his having consented to pair with Eugene, who sat on the other side, and spend the last week in idleness at Millstead. "Well," said Mr. Robert Territon, "it sounds slow, old man." "Candid family, the Territons," remarked Eugene to the copper-beech.
Pursuing his train of thought, Rickmansworth went on: "Must have been rather a queer game at Millstead?" "Yes. There was Eugene and Kate, and Claudia and the parson, and old Ayre sticking his long nose into it." "Trust old Ayre for that; and is it a case?" "Well, now Kate's out of it, I expect it is, only you don't know where to have Eugene. And there's the parson."
Do you know where she is?" "I shall send a wire to Territon Park. Rick's sure to be there if she isn't, and I'll go down and find out about it." "Wait a minute, will you? Have you heard from your friend Stafford lately?" A shadow fell on Eugene's face. "No. But that's over. Must be, or he'd never have bolted from Millstead." Ayre was silent a moment.
Presently, however, the latter said: "You left us rather suddenly at Millstead." "Yes." "Sent for?" "You of all men know why I went, Mr. Morewood." "If you don't mind my admitting it, I do. But most people are so thin-skinned." "I am not thin-skinned not in that way. Of course you know. You told me." "That head?" "Yes; you did me a service." "Well, I think I did, and I'm glad to hear you say so."
He was sure Haddington meant to marry Kate if he could; the scruples which had in some degree restrained his actions, though not his designs, at Millstead, had vanished, and he was pushing his suit, firmly and daringly ignoring the fact of the engagement.
He kissed her hand once again, and then straightened himself, and said: "Now I am going. You must forget or remember Millstead, not Territon. And I " "Yes, and you?" "I will go, too, where I may find forgetfulness. Good-by." "Good-by," said Claudia, and gave him her hand again, her heart full of pity and almost of love. He turned on his heel, and she stood and watched him go.
Eugene's wedding was fixed for the Easter recess, and among the party gathered for the occasion at Millstead were most of those who had been his guests in the previous summer.
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