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Ollerenshaw dropped into a corner of it the girl's first instinctive volition was to stop, earlier than she had intended, at one of the other seats. Despite statements to the contrary, man is so little like a sheep that when he has a choice of benches in a park he will always select an empty one.
Then he looked hurriedly away, and rose. The captain of the bowling club excusably assumed that James was at length going to attack the serious business of the day. "Now, Mr. Ollerenshaw!" the captain called out; and his tone implied, gently: "Don't you think you've kept me waiting long enough? Women are women; but a bowling-match is a bowling-match."
Ollerenshaw?" she said, very urbanely. "I hope you will excuse this very informal call. I've altered my dinner hour in order to pay it." And she smiled. The smile seemed to rouse him from a spell. "Come in, missis, do!" he conjured her, warmly. He was James; he was even Jimmy; but he was also a man, very much a man, though the fact had only recently begun to impress itself on him. Mrs.
"That's as may be," James Ollerenshaw replied, in his quality of the wiseacre who is accustomed to be sagacious on the least possible expenditure of words. "We both thought it was awfully funny," Helen said. "Both? Who else is there?" "Why, mother and I, of course! We used to laugh over it. You see, mother is a very simple creature. And she's only forty-four."
Ollerenshaw would like it." "Oh!" said Helen, without blenching, "uncle would do as I wish." She mused, in silence, during a number of seconds. "The idea doesn't appeal to you?" Sarah queried, disappointment in her tones. "Yes, it does," said Helen. "But I must think it over. Now, would you care to see the rest of the house?" "I should love to.
This absence of Helen's trunks did not in the least surprise James Ollerenshaw; he was perfectly aware that Helen's trunks reposed, at that self-same instant, in the lost luggage office at Crewe; but, of course, he had to act surprise. In case of necessity he could act very well. It was more difficult for him to act sorrow than to act surprise; but he did both to his own satisfaction.
His wizened body shrank; and he was not sure that his pride was quite unhurt. Mrs. Prockter noticed this. "Oh!" she resumed, with undiminished vivacity, "it's not because I think your niece isn't good enough for Emanuel; it's because I think she's a great deal too good! And yet it isn't that, either. The truth is, Mr. Ollerenshaw, I'm a purely selfish woman.
"Is Miss Rathbone at home?" asked Emanuel, after a cough. "Helen?" "Ye-es." "Ay," said James, grimly. "Her's quite at home." "Can I see her?" James opened more widely the door. "Happen you'd better step inside," said he. "Thanks, Mr. Ollerenshaw. What er fine weather we're having!" James ignored this quite courteous and truthful remark.
She had resolved a resolution of no importance whatever to seat herself on precisely the southernmost bench of the terrace. There was not, indeed, any particular reason why she should have chosen the southernmost bench; but she had chosen it. She had chosen it, afar off, while it was yet empty and Mr. Ollerenshaw was on his feet. When Mr.
Helen had been momentarily saddened by private reflections upon what James Ollerenshaw had missed in his career; and James had been saddened, somewhat less, by reminiscences which had sprung out of Helen's laugh. But their melancholies had rapidly evaporated in the warmth of the unexpected encounter. They liked one another.
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