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Updated: June 18, 2025
One had to presuppose Addie Tristram, and turns of fortune or of chance wayward as Addie herself and to reckon with the same blood, now in young and living veins. "I can't bear it," whispered Mina. "He'll expect you to be calm and composed," Neeld reminded her. "Then give me a cigarette," she implored despairingly. "I am not a smoker," said Mr Neeld.
His use of that particular phrase was perhaps an unconscious reminiscence of the words in the Journal, the words that Addie used when she burst into Madame de Kries's room at Heidelberg. Edge chuckled a little. "Not much put out about the girl either, eh?" "Now you say so " Neeld shook his head. "I hope he'll do it tactfully," he sighed. Edge did not seem to consider that likely.
"Oh, perhaps. No look here. He says, 'I had not previously met Sir Silas Minting, as I left Berlin before he arrived in the beginning of June." The Imp laid down the Journal, leant back in her chair, and regarded Neeld steadily. "You told me right," she added; "I don't find any mention of my mother nor of Heidelberg. It's rather funny that he doesn't mention Heidelberg."
But anyhow the position, not to say her position, had every element of excitement. "Poor old Mr Neeld!" she murmured once. It was hard on him to miss this. At the moment Neeld was smiling over the ignorance in which he had been bound to keep her.
"Oh, it's no secret that he wants to marry her." "And does she ?" Mina laughed, not very naturally. "It's something to be Lady Tristram of Blent." She smiled to think how much more her words meant to herself than they could mean to her companion. She would have been amazed to find that Neeld was thinking that she would not speak so lightly if she knew what he did.
Iver said nothing about his friend's bygone treachery; oddly enough it was not in the culprit's mind either. "Now, Neeld, to break this news to Janie!" said Iver. Neeld nodded once again. But of course a situation quite other than they expected awaited them at Fairholme. "You haven't mentioned it to the young man himself?" asked Lady Evenswood. "Certainly not.
"Yes, I do," said the old gentleman with the promptness of desperation. "Then your idea of friendship differs diametrically from mine. I desire no such friends as that." It is to be hoped that the sting of Iver's remark was somewhat mitigated by Mina's covertly telegraphed gratitude. Yet Neeld was no happier after his effort than before it. A silence fell on them all.
"Settles itself?" she repeated. He pointed to Harry's letter which was still in her hands. "You see what he himself calls you there, Miss Gainsborough." She made no answer. With another glance at Neeld, Iver pushed back his chair and rose. Neeld followed his example. They felt that the interview had better end. Duplay did not move, and Cecily stood where she was.
They both started to hear it, and turned alert faces to the window whence it came. Harry Tristram, in flannels and a straw hat, stood looking in. "I've got an hour off," he explained, "so I walked up to thank you for the flowers. My mother liked them, and liked to have them from you." He saw Neeld, and greeted him courteously.
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.
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