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'He said he was going to Australia next. By-the-by, what's his address? Something, Russell Street. Don't you know? 'No idea, he replied, smiling. 'Never mind. I'll send the letter to Mrs. Ormonde; she always knows where he is, and I believe she's the only one that does. When the meal came to an end Mr. Newthorpe went, as usual, to his study.
Annabel led him into the house and to the study door, at which she knocked; then she stood aside for him to enter before her. Mr. Newthorpe was writing; he looked up absently, but light gathered in his eyes as he recognised the visitor. 'So here you are! We talked of you this morning. How have you come? 'On foot from Pooley Bridge.
You have never once spoken of Miss Newthorpe, nor have I, in all this long time. I pray you tell me something of her. It is very likely that she's married to whom, now? Her husband should be an interesting man, one I should like some day to know. Or is she another example of the unaccountable things women will do in marriage? Pray Heaven not!
Newthorpe beyond his strength. You have influence with him, I believe, Mr. Egremont. Pray join me in my efforts to bring them both back to civilisation. 'I fear my influence will effect nothing if yours fails, said Walter. 'But Mr. Newthorpe should certainly not risk his health. He next had a chat with Mr. John Tyrrell, junior.
Newthorpe, gravely, the worry he no longer cared to conceal making him look old and feeble, 'yes, but that project has hardly become more hopeful during the last few weeks. 'We have to think of a lifetime. I have by no means lost hope. I fear the atmosphere in which you are living has some effect upon you.
His face became more mobile, his eyes gave forth all their light, his voice was musically modulated as he proceeded in his demonstration. He addressed himself to Annabel, perhaps unconscious of doing so exclusively. Mr. Newthorpe muttered something of assent. Paula was listening intently, but as one who hears of strange, far-off things, very difficult of realisation.
From Gilbert's description she had made a picture of his room in Great Russell Street. Did he sit there all the evening among his books, reading, writing? Not always, of course. He was a gentleman, he had friends to go and see, people who lived in large houses, very grand people. He talked with ladies, with such as Miss Newthorpe. Her feet hurried her on, her head throbbed.
Newthorpe had, as usual, kept to his own room. Annabel went thither to sit with him for a while after the visitors were gone. He had a poem that he wished to read to her; there was generally some scrap of prose or verse waiting for her when she went into the study. To-night Annabel could not give the usual attention. Mr.
Newthorpe was a student, and apt to be humorously cynical in his judgment of men. To him the story would not appear incredible. Youth, human nature, a passionate temperament; these explain so much to the unprejudiced mind. Mr. Newthorpe must go with the rest. For other acquaintances he cared nothing. So his fate at last had declared itself.
More, he wrote a poem, and for a day wondered whether it might be well to read it to his audience as preface. A friendly sprite whispered in his ear, and saved him from too utter folly. The sprite had not yet forsaken him; woe to him if ever it should! He wrapped the poem in a letter to Mr. Newthorpe, and had a very pleasant reply, written, as he afterwards heard, only a day or two before Mr.
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