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Unable to bear this climax of excitement coming on the top of her two days' emotion, she sobbed hysterically. "They'll be here at seven!" she moaned. "What will happen? Oh, Mr Neeld! And I know he'll expect me to be calm and and to carry it off and be composed. How can I be?" "Perhaps a glass of sherry ?" was Mr Neeld's not unreasonable suggestion. No, the old brown would not serve here.
I have just returned to England. For two months I have been out of the way of receiving letters or newspapers. I went to the Imperium Club to-night I arrived only this morning and dined in Neeld's company. As it chanced, we spoke of you, and I learnt what has happened since I left England. I have lost no time in calling on you." Neeld was listening and fidgeting with his sheets of paper.
She passed Harry with a rather distant air and took Neeld's arm. "They say dinner's ready," said she. "Mina, will you come with Harry?" Harry sank into the chair opposite Cecily and opposite the picture of Addie Tristram on the wall. "Well, somehow I've managed to get back here," said he. The shadow had passed from Cecily's face. She looked at him, blushing and laughing.
But I don't want to talk about that except so far as it comes into the other matter which it does very considerably." He laid his hand on Neeld's knee. "Neeld, Duplay came and told me that Harry Tristram has no title to the peerage or to Blent. I'm not going to trouble you with the details now. It comes to this Harry was born before, not after, the marriage of his parents.
There was a renewed touch of nervousness in Mr Neeld's manner. "Interesting people? H'm. Then I hope he's discreet?" "Or that Mr Neeld will be discreet for him," Iver put in. "Though I don't know why interesting people are supposed to create a need for discretion." "Oh yes, you do, Iver. You know the world. Don't you be too discreet, Neeld. Give us a taste of Joe's lighter style."
It will be seen that the information which Mina had gleaned from her mother, and filled in from her own childish recollection, was not so minute in the matter of dates as that which Madame de Kries had given at the time of the events to Mr Cholderton, and which was now locked away in the drawer at Mr Jenkinson Neeld's chambers.
He looked at the Major on his right, and at Neeld on his left at the table; Mina was opposite, like the witness before the committee. "So is yours of politeness," she cried. "It's my house. Why do you come and bully me in it?" Duplay was sullenly furious. Poor Mr Neeld's state was lamentable. He had not spoken a word throughout the interview.
They looked at one another again. "You've a lot to think of. We'll leave you," said the Colonel. "But but what am I to do?" Old Neeld's voice was almost a bleat in his despair. "Am I to tell people at Blentmouth?" "The communication should come from an authoritative quarter," Edge advised. "It's bound to be a blow to her," said Neeld. "Suddenly lifted up, suddenly thrown down! Poor girl!"
It came the day after it was published, four days after she had made Mr Neeld's acquaintance, and while Lady Tristram, contrary to expectation, still held death at arm's length and lay looking at her own picture. The next morning Neeld received a pressing invitation to go to tea at Merrion Lodge.
The story in the Journal had not lost its interest for him; he had read it over more than once again; it was strange to be brought into contact, even at second-hand, with the people whose lives and fortunes it concerned. It was evident that Iver, on his side, had for some reason been thinking of the Tristrams too, and he responded readily to Neeld's veiled invitation.
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