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He's got a good opinion of himself, I fancy." Iver laughed a little. "Well, we shall see," he ended. "Not a bad thing to be Lady Tristram of Blent, you know, Iver. That's none of your pinchbeck. The real thing though, as I say, young Harry's only got it by the skin of his teeth. Eh, Neeld?" Mr Neeld laid down his napkin and pushed back his chair. "Sit still, man.
Neeld, always annoyed at the "Joe," admitted that the main facts had been recorded in Mr Cholderton's Journal, and that he himself had known them when nobody else in England did save, of course, the conspirators themselves. "And you kept it dark? I didn't know you were as deep as that, Neeld." He looked at the old gentleman with great amazement.
Duplay had been baffled by Harry's diplomacy and expected no action from his side. To Neeld such a development seemed possible, and it was the only thing which to his mind could throw light on Mina's behavior. "Won't you show us the letter?" he asked gently. "Oh, yes. And I'll tell you anything you like now. It doesn't matter now." She looked at Neeld; she was loyal to the end.
"Well yes, I am," answered Neeld, smiling. And they shook hands. Here was the beginning of a friendship; here, also, Neeld's entry on the scene where Harry Tristram's fortunes formed the subject of the play. It was now a foregone conclusion that Mr Neeld would fall before temptation and come to Blentmouth.
But a dying mother's appeal would count with almost irresistible strength in such a case; and Harry was sure of being furnished with this aid. He came to Fairholme a day or two after Janie had talked with Bob Broadley. She was on the lawn; with her Mina Zabriska and a small, neat, elderly man, who was introduced to him as Mr Jenkinson Neeld.
"Since it's quite clear, and there's no opposition from from the dispossessed claimant " Neeld smiled feebly and sipped his port. "That's what I thought; and it's as well to put things on a permanent basis as soon as possible. When once that's done, we shall think less about all this troublesome affair." He sat silent for a few minutes, while Neeld finished his wine.
He awoke with a start to the fact that he was still, in the main, living with and moving among people who smacked strong of Blent, who had known him as Tristram of Blent, whose lives had crossed his because he was Addie Tristram's son. That was true of even his new acquaintance Lady Evenswood truer still of Neeld, of Southend, aye, of Sloyd and the Major most true of his cousin Cecily.
At once he felt that she had knowledge of the relation between his daughter and Harry Tristram. "Yes, and since we shall probably be neighbors " He held out his hand. She put hers into it, still with a bewildered air. Neeld contented himself with a bow as he passed her, and Duplay escaped from the room with a rapidity and stillness suggestive of a desire not to be observed.
Presently she stopped, and, turning toward the water, stood looking down into it. The Pool was very black that night, the clouds thick overhead. But for her white frock he might never had seen her at all. He came up to her and spoke in a careless voice. "Where's Neeld?" he asked. "I can't find him anywhere." "He's gone back to Fairholme, Harry. It was late. I was to say good-night to you for him."
"Wouldn't you like something of this sort to happen to you?" she asked. No. He was perturbed enough as a spectator; he would not have been himself engaged in the play. "Why isn't everybody here?" she demanded, with a laugh that was again nervous and almost hysterical. "Why isn't Addie Tristram here? Ah, and your old Cholderton?" "Hark, I hear wheels on the road," said Mr Neeld.
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