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Many had seen her when she ran away! Mrs Prothero sent one of the men off in a search for Lion, feeling sure that if he were found, Gladys would be discovered. At about eleven o'clock, to Mrs Prothero's great delight, Miss Gwynne and Miss Hall called to see if the report about Owen and Gladys were true, and to hear what Mrs Prothero thought of it. Miss Gwynne was highly indignant.
As Mr Jonathan Prothero's sprain proved to be a very bad one, Rowland was obliged to undertake his weekly as well as his Sunday duty, and being summoned to the vicarage early on Saturday morning for a wedding, and finding other clerical duty in the afternoon, he had no time to revise his sermon until the morning on which he was to preach it.
He turned towards the window, picked his way among Prothero's carelessly dropped garments, and stood for a moment staring into the square, with its drifting, assembling and dispersing fleet of trains and its long line of blue-coated IZVOSHTCHIKS. Then he turned. "Billy," he said, "didn't I see you the other evening driving towards the Hermitage?" "Yes," said Prothero, and added, "that's it."
As the eyes of the two prisoners became accustomed to the darkness, they saw that the street was not, as at first they had supposed, entirely empty. Directly below them in the gutter, where to approach it was to invite instant death from Prothero's pistol, lay the dead body of a policeman, and at the nearer end of the street, not fifty yards from them, were three other prostrate forms.
How do you do, Netta? exclaimed the new comer, shaking Mrs Prothero's hand, and pulling Netta's curls. Hereupon the young man arose from the sofa, and bowing profoundly, said, 'Good evening, Miss Gwynne, with a tone as grave as his appearance. 'I beg your pardon, Mr Rowland, said the young lady, who we now introduce in form as Miss Gwynne of Glanyravon Park.
It was then that poor Mr Prothero's wrath and grief exploded. Left alone with his brother he vented both in language which, as Owen had expressed it, needed clerical revision. But Mr Jonathan knew that it must have its course before exhortations could take effect. He paced up and down the room pouring curses loud and deep upon Howel, and bemoaning his unfortunate daughter.
"THIS life," he said at last, "this large expensiveness ..." He left his criticism unfinished. "I agree. It suits my mother somehow. I can't understand her living in any other way. But for me...." "What can one do with several thousands a year?" Prothero's interest in this question presently swamped his petty personal resentments.
It was only as they sat at a little table in the orchard at Grantchester after their lunch that Benham could make head against Prothero and recover that largeness of outlook which had so easily touched the imagination of Amanda. And then he did not so much dispose of Prothero's troubles as soar over them.
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