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I am loyal to my brother, but I knew the late Lady Tristram, and I can appreciate all that her friends valued and prized in her." "Very good, Edge, very good," murmured emotional old Mr Neeld. "Very proper, most proper." "And I hope that old quarrels need not be eternal?" "I'm very much in your debt, and I'm sincerely grateful, Colonel Edge. As for the past There are graves; let it lie in them."
She too, like old Mr Neeld in London town, was drawn by the interest of the position, by the need of seeing how Harry Tristram fought his fight. For four days she resisted; on the evening of the fifth, after dinner, while the Major dozed, she came out on the terrace in a cloak and looked down the hill. It was rather dark, and Blent Hall loomed dimly in the valley below.
A short chuckle escaped from Lord Southend's lips; he covered it by an exaggerated devotion to his broiled kidneys. Mr Neeld turned pink and murmured incoherent thanks; he felt like a traitor. "Yes, we see a good deal of young Harry," said Iver, with a smile "and of other young fellows about the place too. They don't come to see me, though. I expect Janie's the attraction.
Mr Neeld and I have been in it right from the beginning." "And in the end it was all a mare's nest. Fancy if Addie Tristram had known that!" "I think she liked it just as well as she thought it was. And I'm sure Harry did." "Oh, if he's like that, he'll never do for the British public, my dear. He may get their money but he won't get their votes.
All three felt brutal; even the Major's face lost its gloomy fierceness and relaxed into an embarrassed solicitude. "Ought we to call the maid?" he whispered. "Poor child!" murmured Neeld. The sobs dominated these timid utterances. Was it they who had brought her to this state, or was it the letter?
And she'll probably keep a journal and make entries about us, like the late Mr Cholderton, and some day be edited by a future Mr Neeld. Mina must stop, that's clear." "It's clear anyhow because nothing would make her go," said Cecily. "Let's go up the hill and see her now?" he suggested. Together they climbed the hill and reached the terrace.
Iver looked at the Major; the Major returned his glance; they were both resolute men. "No, you won't go away," declared Iver slowly. The Imp was frightened; she was an ignorant young woman in a land of whose laws she knew nothing. Neeld would have liked to suggest something soothing about the liberty of the individual and the Habeas Corpus Act.
Yet she whispered to old Neeld with a laugh: "I saw a man on the road just now who looked rather like Harry. I couldn't see him properly, you know." Neeld started and looked at her with obvious excitement. She repaid his stare with one of equal intensity. "Why, you don't think ?" she began in amazement.
She smiled and blushed a little. "I'll take you as far as your room," said he. Mina and Neeld watched them go upstairs; then each dropped into a chair in the hall. Mason passed by, chuckling to himself; Neeld looked harmless, and he dared to speak to him. "Well, this is the next best thing to Mr Harry coming back to his own, sir," said he. That was it. That was the feeling. Mason had got it!
It was Cecily's birthday, and the occasion, which was to be celebrated by a dinner-party, must be marked by a present also. Coming out, Gainsborough sighted Mrs Trumbler coming up High Street and Miss S. coming down it. He doubled up a side street to the churchyard, Neeld pursuing him at a more leisurely pace.
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