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"Disney's a good friend to have," Neeld suggested. "If he stays in, yes. But this thing won't be popular." Neeld could maintain no interest in the conversation. It had to proceed all along on a baseless presumption, to deal with a state of things which did not exist. What might be wise for Harry Harry Nothing-at-all might be unwise for Tristram of Blent, and conversely.
"I'm going down to Iver's to-morrow," said old Neeld, tucking the extract from the Journal into his pocket. "To Iver's?" After a moment's silence Harry fairly laughed. Edge was surprised, not understanding what a difference the Comtesse's manœuvre had made there too. He could not be expected to know all the difference it had made to Harry's life, even to the man himself.
The Imp turned over the pages leisurely while Neeld sipped his tea. "I see you put little asterisk things where you leave out anything," she observed. "That's convenient, isn't it?" "I think it's usual," said he. "And another thing you do Oh, you really are a splendid editor! you put the date at the top of every page even where Mr Cholderton's entry runs over ever so many pages.
They had been through what Mr. Neeld called practically the same experience already; in that very room it had happened. Suddenly the two men saw a light born in Harry's eyes; his brow grew smooth, the smile on his lips wider. He gave a moment's more consideration to the new thing. Then he raised his head and spoke to Wilmot Edge. "There are a good many complications in this matter, Colonel Edge.
"Because he knew I knew about it. He didn't know that Mr Neeld did." "And this this Lady Tristram of Blent?" Iver's voice was hesitating and conscious as he pronounced the name that was to have become his daughter's. Again the pink-ribboned Deus made entry on the scene, to give the speaker a more striking answer. "A lady to see you, ma'am. Miss Gainsborough."
Mina was sorely tempted to say, "Ask him then." The situation would thus become so much the more piquant. But Mr Neeld was in such distress to her sharp eyes a distress so visible that she did not dare to risk the coup. If he were let alone he might keep silence and quiet his conscience by the plea that he had been asked no questions.
"Oh, that'll wait too," he said impatiently. He caught her by the arm as he had done once before. If it comes to a fight and I'm beaten, remember that." And he ran down the hill. Mina returned slowly to the library and found Neeld walking restlessly to and fro. For the moment they did not speak. Mina sat down and followed the old gentleman's figure in its restless pacing.
"I must leave it to him," Iver concluded. "But I shall tell him that I hope he won't go. He's got his way in the world to make first. He can try politics later on, if he likes." "No doubt you're right," murmured old Neeld, both uneasy and uninterested. He was feeling something of what he had experienced once before; he knew the truth and he had to keep his friend in the dark.
"Do you think Disney will repeat his offer will give him a chance of reconsidering now?" asked Iver, who had heard of that affair from Lord Southend. "I'm sure he wouldn't accept anything," Neeld answered with remarkable promptitude and conviction. It was a luxury to find an opportunity of speaking the truth. "The least he could do would be to leave that to her."
Was she to go back to the little house in London, was she to go back to ugliness, to work, to short commons? There seemed no way out. Between the old and the new attraction, the old allegiance and the new claim to homage that Cecily made, Mina Zabriska stood bewildered. She had a taste now of the same perplexity that she had done so much to bring on poor Mr Neeld at Fairholme.
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