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This, of course, Rawson-Clew did not find out; he found out several things about the Polkingtons though, their debts and difficulties, their sale and the break up of the family. He also found out that the youngest Miss Polkington was married and the second, and now only remaining one, had come home before the break up. As to where the family were now, that was not quite so clear; Mrs.
Then, it seemed, his first suspicion was correct; Julia had not gone home; for some reason or another she was not able to return. "Is Captain Polkington in?" he asked. He was not; there was no one at home now; but Mrs. Polkington would be in in about an hour. The maid added the last, feeling sure her mistress would be sorry to let such a visitor slip. But Rawson-Clew did not want to see Mrs.
All this was explained to Julia in the best Polkington manner and she seemed quite satisfied with the explanation. Mr. Ponsonby had to be perforce; there seemed no alternative; all the same he was not quite pleased. It was all sensible enough, of course, only as he saw Julia standing at the gate in the November afternoon, he did not quite like it.
"No," Julia said, "I don't; I say it does not agree with you, and it doesn't you know you ought not to take more than two glasses." "Is that your opinion, Gillat?" Captain Polkington asked. "Is that what you meant? That I I should confine myself to two glasses of whiskey and water?" "I wasn't thinking of the whiskey," Johnny said apologetically; "it was the gees."
If only he had been dead he would have been a valuable asset, but living, he was decidedly rather a drawback; there are some relatives like this. Mrs. Polkington bore up under it valiantly; in fact, they all did so well that in time they, or at least she and two of her three daughters, came almost to believe some of the legends they told of the Captain.
The Captain was rather twittery at lunch, at times inclined to talk too much, at times heavily silent and always obviously submissive to his wife. Yesterday's excitement was not enough to account for this in Julia's opinion. "He has been doing something," she decided, and wondered what. Mrs. Polkington and her daughters all went out that afternoon; Julia, however, returned at about dusk.
"Julia would answer it," she said; "and that would be quite as bad; you know, she is not in the least ashamed of herself." Mrs. Polkington did know it.
Polkington, the main part of the remainder to go to the debts, and a very small modicum to come with the Captain to the cottage. Julia was quite satisfied, and let it be apparent. This, with her obvious cheerfulness, rather incensed Violet, who regarded the sale of their effects as rather a disgrace, and Julia's plans for the future, as a great one.
Rawson-Clew asked for his address; it occurred to him that Julia might have gone to her father; it really seemed very probable. He got the address in full, and went away, but without leaving any name to puzzle and tantalise Mrs. Polkington. Of course she was puzzled and tantalised when the maid told her of the visitor.
Gillat said, "Very true," or "Ah, yes, yes," eating slice after slice of thick bread and butter, and filling his mouth very full as if to cork it up and so prevent his having to answer awkward questions. At last Captain Polkington rose; "Gillat," he said, "if you have finished, we may as well go down-stairs."
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