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Miss Moyat was good-hearted, but a little overpowering and in certain moods she reminded me of her father. "Oh, I had an errand," she explained, laughing. "Father said if I saw you I was to say that he has to call on the Duke this afternoon, and, if you liked, he would explain about your lecture last night, and try and get the village hall for you for nothing.
"He did make me a very kind offer," I admitted. She looked at me eagerly. "Well?" "I told him that I am expecting an offer of work of some sort from the Duke. Of course it may not come. In any case, it was very kind of Mr. Moyat." She drew a little closer to me. "It was my idea," she whispered. I put it into his head." "Then it was very kind of you too," I answered.
Blanche Moyat, who had been standing a few yards off, rejoined me. "Has the Duke sent for you to go there?" she asked, with obvious curiosity. "Yes. He has offered to lend me the village hall," I told her. "I expect that is what he wants to see me about." She tossed her head. "You didn't tell me so just now when I told you that father had offered to speak about it," she remarked.
"Just as you say," he declared. "I ain't particular in want of any one, but I'm getting to find my own bookkeeping a bit hard, especially now that my eyes ain't what they were. Of course it would only be a thirty bob a week job, but I suppose you'd live on that all right, unless you were thinking of getting married, eh?" I laughed derisively. "Married, Mr. Moyat!" I exclaimed.
Directly we were alone Ray looked across at me with a black frown upon his face. "You know what they are saying in the village about you, young man?" "I can guess," I answered. "Who is this girl, Blanche Moyat?" "A farmer's daughter," I answered. "It seems that I paid her too much or too little, attention, I am not sure which.
"There are reports going about of a terrible shipwreck. I trust that you are feeling better, Mr. Ducaine?" "I am quite recovered thanks to your kindness and Colonel Ray's," I answered. She nodded. "You will hear from my father during the day," she said. "He is quite anxious to come to your lecture. Good-morning." "Good-morning, Lady Angela." She galloped away. Miss Moyat turned towards me eagerly.
We passed the village hall, brilliantly lit; the shadowy forms of a closely packed crowd of people were dimly visible through the uncurtained windows. I fancied that my companion's clutch upon my arm tightened as we hurried past. We reached a large grey stone house fronting the street. Miss Moyat laid her hand upon the handle of the door and motioned to me to enter. I shook my head.
He's A1 in politics, and a first-class business man, chairman of the great Southern Railway Company, and on the board of several other City companies." "I can't see what the gentry want to meddle with such things at all for," Mrs. Moyat said. "There's some as says as the Duke's lost more than he can afford by speculations." "The Duke's a shrewd man," Mr. Moyat declared. "It's easy to talk."
Let me see, I am sure that I know your face, do I not?" she added, turning to Blanche Moyat with a smile. "You live in Braster, surely?" "I am Miss Moyat," Blanche answered quietly. "Of course. Dear me! I ought to have recognized you. We have been neighbours for a good many years." "I will wish you good-afternoon, Mr. Ducaine," Blanche said, turning to me.
Come away, Miss Moyat." But she had advanced to within a couple of yards of him. Then she stopped short, and a little exclamation escaped from her lips. "Why, Mr. Ducaine," she cried out, "this is the very man who stopped me last night outside our house, and asked the way to your cottage." We stood looking at one another on the edge of the marsh.
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