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"Miss Crofton and I have never met before," said Miss Pendarth quietly. "But I knew your husband very well in India, when he and I were both young. My brother was in his regiment." "The dear old regiment!" exclaimed Miss Crofton. Enid Crofton smiled a little to herself. It amused her to see that these two old things for so she described them to herself had so quickly become friends.

Miss Pendarth was moved as well as surprised by Betty's quiet words. The girl was extraordinarily reserved she very rarely spoke out her secret thoughts. But Miss Pendarth was destined to be even more surprised, for Betty suddenly put out her hand, and laid it on the other's arm.

It was unfortunately true that Olivia Pendarth had an unconscious prejudice against all young and pretty women. "I want to know," mumbled Timmy, "because I think I do know what he was like." "If you know what he was like, then there is nothing more to say." "I want to be sure," he repeated obstinately. "But how absurd, Timmy!

Some three or four hours later, Miss Pendarth, attired in a queer kind of brown smock which fell in long folds about her tall, still elegant figure, and with a gardening basket slung over her arm, stood by the glass door giving into her garden, when suddenly she heard a loud double knock on her stout, early Victorian knocker. She turned quickly into her morning room. Who could it be?

The old woman slipped away, and Betty suddenly wondered whether Nanna had really come in to ask that question as to Miss Pendarth. Somehow Betty suspected that she had. It was about eleven, when most of her household chores were done, that Betty started off to pay an informal call on Miss Pendarth, in some ways the most outstanding personality in the village of Beechfield.

He got up. "Jack certainly goes to see her very often," he said, "but I don't think that's her fault. Forgive me for saying so, Miss Pendarth, but you know what village gossip is?" "I'm afraid that she's giving Jack a great deal of deliberate encouragement. Even her servants believe that he regards himself as engaged to her." "What absolute nonsense!" exclaimed Radmore vigorously.

Somehow it had never occurred to her that Olivia Pendarth could ever have been in love! "It must be very painful for you to have her here," she said involuntarily. "In a way, yes. But I suspected she was his widow from the first." "I think that, if I were you, I would say nothing to his sister," observed Janet. "Very well. I will take your advice." She changed the subject abruptly.

But what really shocked her was that Miss Pendarth should listen to that sort of gossip. "It was horrid and absurd too, for the man had turned the key in the lock of the sitting-room, and it stuck for a minute or two when one of them tried to unlock the door in answer to the maid's knock!" "What an extraordinary thing!" "I could hardly believe the story, but now that I've seen Mrs.

Miss Pendarth was more touched than she would have cared to admit even to herself. "You can count on me, my dear," she said gravely, "and may I say, Betty, that I feel sure you're right in feeling that you would have been most unhappy with him?" As Betty walked on to the post office she was glad that that little ordeal was over.

And then, almost as if the other had seen into his mind, Miss Pendarth, with a touch of significance in her voice, observed musingly: "I fancy Timmy doesn't much like the pretty young widow who has taken The Trellis House. The first evening Mrs. Crofton came to see the Tosswills, she got an awful fright. Timmy's dog, Flick, rushed into the room and began snarling and growling at her.

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