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He had been intended for the Guards, but had failed to pass the necessary examination, through no fault of his own, owing to a constitutional inability to spell. Had he been his younger brother Gerald, he would probably have fulfilled the Pendyce tradition, and passed into the Army as a matter of course.
George Pendyce, in a fly drawn by an old grey horse, the only vehicle that frequented the station at Worsted Skeynes, passed him in the lane, and leaned back to avoid observation. He had not forgotten the tone of the Rector's voice in the smoking-room on the night of the dance. George was a man who could remember as well as another.
Pendyce would hand her a list of his own, compiled out of the Times and the Field in the privacy of his study; this she sent too. Thus was the household supplied with literature unerringly adapted to its needs; nor was it possible for any undesirable book to find its way into the house not that this would have mattered much to Mrs.
Yet there was nothing in the expression of the Squire's face with its thin grey whiskers and moustache, its twist to the left, its swan-like eyes, decided jaw, and sloping brow, different from what this idea might bring on the face of any country gentleman. Mrs. Pendyce said eagerly "Oh, Mr. Paramor, if I could only see George!"
Pendyce saw him staring at her, and a desperate struggle began within her. Should she not ask him to keep his promise, now that George ? Was not that what she had come for? Ought she not ought she not for all their sakes? Bellew went up to the table, poured out some whisky, and drank it off. "You don't ask me to stop the proceedings," he said. Mrs.
In this matter I'm not capable of considering anything else." Mrs. Pendyce murmured: "Of course, dear Grig, I quite understand." "Her position is odious; a woman should not have to live like that, exposed to everyone's foul gossip." "But, dear Grig, I don't think she minds; she seemed to me in such excellent spirits." Gregory ran his fingers through his hair.
He offered her the telegram, with the air of slightly avenging an offence; then added in surprise, as though he had just thought of it: "Is there anything I can do for you?" Mrs. Pendyce read the telegram, and she, too, like George, felt sorry for the sender. "Nothing, thanks, dear Charles," she said slowly. "I'm all right. Horace gets so nervous!"
She was thinking of a night in her youth, when her old playfellow, young Trefane of the Blues, danced with her nearly all the evening, and of how at her window she saw the sun rise, and gently wept because she was married to Horace Pendyce. "I always feel sorry for a woman who can dance as she does. I should have liked to have got some men from town, but Horace will only have the county people.
He went to another quietly dressed gentleman with a diamond pin and a Jewish face. And as he went from one quietly dressed gentleman to another there preceded him some subtle messenger, who breathed the words, 'Mr. Pendyce is going for the gloves, so that at each visit he found they had greater confidence than ever in his horse.
Both were spare, both erect, with the least inclination to bottle shoulders, but Charles Pendyce brushed his hair, both before and behind, away from a central parting, and about the back of his still active knees there was a look of feebleness.
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