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"You British think you own the town and can order us about like slaves!" was the fiery reply. "Tut! tut! Wharton! Don't get into a fight. You are hotheaded." "I will not be insulted by any interloper, even if he wears a red coat." Wharton's face was flushed with anger, and his eyes sparkled with passion. "Where will a note reach you?" Captain Nevitt was in a flame of anger as well.
And to-morrow Primrose would be all right again. "Do you know this Allin Wharton?" Nevitt asked of Madam Wetherill. "I know his family well, only young people have such a way of growing up that one loses track of them. He cannot be more than twenty. And words between you ought not to lead to any serious matter. You should have kept better watch of Primrose in such a crowd."
Guy's weak, I know, and might be led half unawares into certain sorts of crime; yet I only knew one man ever likely to lead him and that was poor Nevitt himself, not Sir Gilbert Gildersleeve, whom he hardly even knew to speak to." As he paused and reflected, a servant with a salver came up and looked into Cyril's face inquiringly.
See, dear aunt, I have reconciled Tory and Rebel!" and she laughed bewitchingly. Allin said he must go, but he did wish Philemon Nevitt had not come quite so soon. How queer it was to meet thus, but then, could any man resist Primrose Henry? Afterward they had a long talk.
"Yes, by this evening, of course," he answered unperturbed, "or we become ipso facto defaulters and bankrupts." That was a lie to be sure; but it served his purpose. Guy was a child at business, and believed whatever nonsense Nevitt chose to foist upon him. The journalist rose and paced the room twice or thrice with a frantic air of unspeakable misery.
"There are too many good uses for life to throw it away foolishly. If you are a King's man your life belongs to him, and is not to be wasted in a fit of temper." Philemon Nevitt flushed with a sense of shame. He had been hotheaded, unreasonable. There was no serious injury, they found. The bruised wrist was to be bound up with the old-fashioned remedy of wormwood and hot vinegar.
Was it this, then, that had made Granville talk so strangely to her that morning by the dell in the Woodlands? Was it this which, as he told her, rendered their marriage impossible? Why, if THAT were all Gwendoline drew a deep breath and clasped her hands together in a sudden access of mingled hope and despair. "Oh, what do you mean, Mr. Nevitt," she cried eagerly. "What can Granville have done?
While Montague Nevitt was thus congenially engaged in pulling off his treble coup of settling his own share in the Rio Negro deficit, pocketing three thousand pounds, pro tem, for incidental expenses, and getting Guy Waring thoroughly into his power by his knowledge of a forgery, two other events were taking place elsewhere, which were destined to prove of no small importance to the future of the twins and their immediate surroundings.
Here was a clue indeed to follow up and investigate. Surely, a menace to Granville Kelmscott's prospects could never have moved that heavy, phlegmatic, pachydermatous man to such an outburst of anger and suppressed fear. "Expose YOU?" Nevitt repeated, in a dazed and startled voice. "Expose YOU, my dear sir! I assure you, in truth, I don't understand you."
There were tears in Faith's eyes, but she dared not even loiter, for Rachel's hand was not light when it came with a box on the ear. There were so few visitors at the house that this was a great treat, and Faith hated to be shut out. Philemon Nevitt surveyed his cousin with some curiosity and decided that the plain young Quaker farmer was no great rival after all in his young sister's favor.
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