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But" he laughed a little "I'm Broadley of Mingham, not Tristram of Blent." "I see. That's it? And our friend the Major?" "I shouldn't so much mind having a turn-up with the Major." "But Tristram of Blent is is too much?" "It's not your fault, you can't help it," smiled Bob. "You're born to it and " He ended with a shrug. "You're very fond of her?" Harry asked, frowning a little.
Janie took Mina Zabriska out driving in the highest dog-cart on the countryside: they would go along the road by the river, and get out perhaps for a wander by the Pool, or even drive higher up the valley and demand tea from Bob Broadley at his pleasant little place half farm, half manor-house at Mingham, three miles above the Pool.
He seemed to be out of the running, and indeed to have little inclination, or not enough courage, to press forward. Yet the drives to Mingham went on. Mina was puzzled. She began to observe the currents in the Fairholme household.
And there'll be the Death Duties, you know." "What are they?" asked Mina. "Like stamps," explained Miss S., vaguely. "For my part, I think it's lucky he is what he is. There's been enough of falling in love in the Tristram family. If you ask me who is in love with her, of course it's poor young Broadley. Well, you know that, as you're always driving up to Mingham with her."
"Send the gig home and stay and talk," she commanded, as he stopped by her on the road; he was returning from Blentmouth to Mingham and found her strolling by the Pool. "I want to speak to you." He had his bailiff with him they had been selling a cow and left him to take the gig home. He shook hands with frank cordiality. "That's awfully nice of you," he said. "What about?"
He walked slowly, as it seemed stealthily, till he came to the end of the footbridge. Then he halted and looked up at the house. It was gayly lighted. After waiting a moment the man turned back and disappeared up the road in the direction of Mingham. Mina rose and strolled to the bridge. She crossed it and looked up the road. She could make out dimly the stranger's retreating form.
"It really isn't what would suit Bob, father," said she. "Besides, if he went into your business, we should have to be so much in town and hardly ever be at home at Mingham." At home at Mingham! What a destiny! Certainly Blent was in the same valley, but Well, a "seat" is one thing, and a farm's another; the world is to blame again, no doubt.
"If there's nothing very particular " "Well, you know there is," Bob interrupted. She turned her head quickly toward him. "I know there is? What do you mean?" "You've got Harry Tristram's letter, I suppose?" "What do you know of Harry Tristram's letter?" "I haven't seen it, but I know what's in it all the same." "How do you know?" "He came up to Mingham to-day and told me."
They listened as it sang, its notes dominating the sound of the wheels and seeming to fill the air around them, growing louder as the wheels came near, sinking again as they passed on the road to Mingham: "Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine: Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine: "
Soup and claret might mean anything peace or war going or staying anything except sitting down to table with him. On the whole their omen was not encouraging. A sudden thought shot across his brain: "By Jove, if she's taken my cab!" He jumped up; but in a moment sat down again. The coup would be a good one, but it would not beat him. He would walk to Mingham and get a bed there.
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