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"Furniture!" snorted Melrose. "Have you any idea, sir, what this house contains?" Undershaw shook his head. Melrose pondered a moment, and took breath. Then he turned to Undershaw. "You are going back to Pengarth? You pass that shop, Barclay's the upholsterer's. Tell him to send me over four men here to-morrow, to do what they're told. Stop also at the nurseryman's Johnson's. No I'll write.
He addressed Wingrave. "A lady has arrived in a cab from Truro, sir," he announced. "She wishes to see you as soon as convenient." A sudden light flashed across Wingrave's face, dying out again almost immediately. "Who is she, Morrison?" he asked. The man glanced at Mr. Pengarth. "She did not give her name, sir." Mr. Pengarth and Wingrave both rose.
And yo' know varra well, it may be runnin' too fasst to get t' horses through an' they'd be three pussons inside, an' luggage at top." "Aye, they may have to goa back to Pengarth that's varra possible." "An' all t' dinner spoilin', an' t' fires wastin' for nowt." The speaker stood peering discontentedly into the gloom without: "But you'll not trouble yoursen, Tammas, I daursay."
I want to see your hollyhocks. Everyone is talking about them." They were joined in a few minutes by a prim, dignified little lady, ridiculously like Mr. Pengarth, whom he called sister, and she Miss Rachael. Juliet walked down the garden between them. "Sister," Mr. Pengarth said, "Juliet has come today to see me on business. In effect, she has come to remind me that she is grown up."
The first was Nash, Melrose's legal factotum through many years; the other was one of the clerks in the Pengarth office, who was popularly supposed to have made much money out of the Threlfall estate, through a long series of small peculations never discovered by his miserly master. They passed Tatham with downcast eyes and an air of suppressed excitement which did not escape him.
"If you will forgive my remarking it," Mr. Pengarth said, "this seems rather an extraordinary place for you to come to if you really dislike solitude." "I come to escape from an intolerable situation, and because I was ill," Wingrave said. "You might have brought friends," the lawyer suggested. "I have no friends," Wingrave answered.
"I have ordered tea in the garden," Wingrave said, as the two servants left the room; "that is, unless you prefer any other sort of refreshment. I don't know much about the cellars, but there is some cabinet hock, I believe " Mr. Pengarth interposed. "I am very much obliged," he said, "but I will not intrude upon you further. If you will allow me, I will ring the bell for my trap."
It seemed to Mr. Pengarth as he sipped his tea under the cool cedars, drawing in all their wonderful perfume with every puff of breeze, that he saw two men in the low invalid's chair before him. He saw the breath and desire of evil things struggling with some wonderful dream vainly seeking to realize itself.
When two months of this double correspondence had gone by, and in the absence of Lydia's usual friends and correspondents from the Pengarth neighbourhood, no other information from the north had arrived to supplement Faversham's letters, Susy, who was in the Tyrol with a friend, might have drawn ample "copy," from her sister's condition, had she witnessed it. Lydia was most clearly unhappy.
"I see no reason," he said calmly, "why, until that time, you should refuse to accept your allowance from Mr. Pengarth." "I cannot take any more of your money," she answered. "It was a mistake from the first, but I was foolish. I did not understand." His lip curled with scorn.
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