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Presently there came to them through the stillness of the night the sound of wheels, not on the Blentmouth side, but up the valley, on the Mingham and Fillingford road. The sound ceased without the appearance of any vehicle, but it had reminded Neeld of the progress of time. "It must be getting late," he said, rising. "I'll go and see if they think of starting home.
Been up at Mingham most of the time." "Isn't that rather lonely?" "Lonely? Good Heavens, no! I've got too much to do." Janie glanced at him; what was to be done with a man who treated provocative suggestions as though they were sincere questions? If he had not cared for her now! But she knew he did. "Well, I've been very dull, anyhow. One never sees anybody fresh at Fairholme now.
"Lady Tristram was always very kind to me. Indeed she was that to everybody." He paused a moment and then went on slowly. "It must seem strange to you. Why, I remember when my father died I felt besides the sorrow, you know sort of lost at coming into my bit of land at Mingham.
But why do I take Janie to Mingham?" "They'd say that Bob Broadley's no real danger, and if it should disgust Harry Tristram " "I am clever! Dear Miss Swinkerton, I never thought of anything half so good myself. I'll tell uncle about it directly." Miss S. looked at her suspiciously. The innocence seemed very much over-done. "I knew you'd laugh at it," she observed.
Who cares about such things in London, about anybody's family, or anybody himself? There is no time for such things in London. It is very different in the valley of the Blent when the sun is low and the cry of a bird makes a sound too shrill to be welcome. Turning by chance to look up the road toward Mingham, she saw a man coming down the hill.
Lady Tristram was visibly, although not ostentatiously, allowing for the prejudices of a moral middle-class. "Young Bob Broadley was there you know who I mean? At Mingham Farm, up above the Pool." "I know a handsome young man." "I forgot he was handsome. Of course you know him then! What a pity I'm not handsome, mother!" "Oh, you've the air, though," she observed contentedly.
"Do you really think that, Miss Janie?" Bob was almost at the point of an advance. "I mean why should it matter to you?" The explanation checked the advance. "Oh, I I see. I don't know, I'm sure. Well then, I don't know how to deal with him." "Well, good-by." "Good-by, Miss Janie." "Are you coming to see us again, ever?" "If you ask me, I " "And am I coming again to Mingham?
"It's not flirting to take time to make up your mind." "It looks like it, though." "And I've no reason to suppose they've any one of them made up their minds." "I should think you could do that for them pretty soon. Besides, uncle has, anyhow." "I'm to be your aunt, am I?" "Oh, he's only an uncle by accident." "Yes, I think that's true. Shall we have a drive soon?" "To Mingham? Or to Blent Hall?"
She'd be calling him her "master" next as the heroine does in the Third Act, to unfailing applause. What was all this to ears that listened for a whisper of Harry Tristram? "The most delightful thing is," Janie pursued, "that our marriage is to make no change at all in his way of life. We're going to live at Mingham just as he has lived all his life a real country life on a farm!"
The Blent's on fire from Mingham to the sea." "I've seen Harry Tristram." "Ah, how is he?" asked Neeld. "Never saw a young man more composed in all my life. And he couldn't be better satisfied with himself if he'd turned out to be a duke." "We know Harry's airs," Iver said, smiling indulgently. "But there's stuff in him." A note of regret came into his voice.
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