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But he wasn't bad to me or to H lne or Nelton or Old William, and we're the ones that knew him best." For a time they were silent, then Natalie said: "Lew, you're older than you ever were before. Is it just losing your dad?" Lewis shook his head. "No," he said, "it wasn't that. I finished growing up just after I got back to London. I'm not the only thing that has grown.
"Do untie it for me," she drawled in the slow voice of Lady Violet Manerlin. Lewis felt his face fall, and was glad she had her back to him. He undid her veil with steady, leisurely fingers. "This is awfully good of you," he said. "How did you know I was alone?" "Telephoned Nelton, and told him not to say anything."
"Bring the lady to lunch to-day or any other day if she'll come. Just telephone Nelton." DURING the next few days Leighton saw little of his son and nothing of Folly, but he learned quite casually that the lady was occupying an apartment overlooking Hyde Park.
Noisy geese and noisier cocks, whinnying horses and lowing cattle, the rattle of milk-tins, the squeak of the well-boom, the clank of mowing-machines, the swish of a passing brush-harrow, and, finally, the clamoring gong, were too much for Nelton. Lewis, on his way to look for a bath, caught him stuffing what he called "cotton an' wool" into his ears.
"Never," with a coquettish side-glance; "I should like so much to go. I have a foible for the English in spite of that vilain petit Boulby. Who is it gave you the commission for me? Ha! I guess, le Capitaine Nelton." "No. What year, Madame, if not impertinent, were you at Aix-la- Chapelle?" "You mean Baden? I was there seven years ago, when I met le Capitaine Nelton, bel homme aux cheveux rouges."
The stranger's shrewd eyes twinkled, but he was otherwise unmoved. "Perhaps you're right," he mumbled, still plying his toothpick. "Anyway, I'm glad you're not a worm." He drew a large business card from his pocket and held it out. "Come to me if you ever want a man's job." Nelton took the card and held it out as though he had been petrified in the act.
He turned back to Nelton and added with a smile that was kindly: "What would you do in a land where just to be white spells kingship a kingship held by the power to stand up to your thirty miles a day, to bear hunger and thirst without whimpering, to stand steady in danger, and to shoot straight and keep clean always?
Oh, that's Nelton," said Lewis. "Glad to meet ye, Mr. Nelton. Put it thar!" said William, holding out a vast hand. For an instant Nelton paused, then, with set teeth and the air of one who comes to grips with an electric battery, he laid his fingers in Mr. Tuck's grasp. "Huh!" remarked William, "ye ain't got much grip. Wait tell we've stuffed ye with buttermilk 'n' pies 'n' victuals 'n' things."
For a second Vi stared at him; then she laughed, and he laughed with her. "Oh! oh!" she cried, "I believe you're telling the truth!" They sat and talked. Nelton brought in tea; then they sat and talked some more. A distant bell boomed seven o'clock. Vi started, rose slowly to her feet, and stretched.
The few weeks at the homestead had changed Leighton. A single mood held him a mood that he never threw off with a toss of his head. He seemed to have lost his philosophy of cheerfulness at the word of command. Lewis was too absorbed in his long days with Natalie to notice it, but Nelton took it upon himself to open his eyes. "Larst month," he said, "you and the governor was brothers.
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