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Updated: May 17, 2025
"Hullo! I do believe I see Timothy Godfrey Radmore Tosswill!" and the window for a moment was darkened by a tall, stalwart figure, which looked as if it were two sizes larger than that which Betty remembered.
"Still it seemed so so unnecessary that she should ask for the cat to be killed." Betty was now bustling about the kitchen with a heightened colour. Radmore poured out a cup of tea. "Now then," he said, "do come and sit down quietly, and take your tea, Betty." Rather to his surprise, she meekly obeyed. Presently she asked him, "But why have you got up so early?"
He now felt that everything was indeed changed in the lovely, peaceful little Surrey village. You have plenty of matches with you, haven't you?" "The Shrine?" repeated Radmore hesitatingly. "Yes, you know?" But somehow Radmore didn't know. They walked on in the now fast gathering darkness through a part of the village where the houses were rather spread out.
I hope you'll come again soon." There fell on the still air the voice of Timmy talking to his dog outside. Mrs. Crofton went quickly past Radmore into the tiny hall; she shut the front door, which had been left ajar; and then she came back. "It's quite true that I don't like dogs!" she exclaimed. "Poor Cecil's terriers got thoroughly on my nerves last winter. I sometimes dream of them even now."
While hoping and waiting, in nervous suspense, for Godfrey Radmore, she cast a tender thought to Bob Tremaine. Nothing, so she told herself with a certain vehemence, would induce her to marry him, for he had only £200 a year beside his pay, and that, even in India, she believed would mean poverty. Also she had been told that no woman remained really pretty in India for very long.
There was a most disagreeable scene, and from what one of the girls said the other day, it seems to have prejudiced the boy against her." Radmore looked straight into Miss Pendarth's face. Then she hadn't yet heard about last night? There was a slight pause. "Yes," said Radmore at last. "I'm afraid that Timmy does dislike Mrs. Crofton."
It was too bad that he should worry her, after all she had done for him. As for his wife nothing would induce her to see Mrs. Piper. Neither did she wish Piper to come down to Beechfield. She was particularly anxious that the man should not learn of Godfrey Radmore's return to England. Unfortunately Radmore was on the lookout for a good manservant. She took up the other letter.
There was a doubting, almost a resentful, tone in the mincing voice. "I think she's at home. Isn't she expecting you?" Radmore had taken the woman for a superior servant. "She's not expecting me exactly, but me and my 'usband have been 'oping for a letter from Mrs. Crofton. As nothing's come, I thought I'd just come down and see 'er.
She looked ruffled and he told himself, a little maliciously, that she was not unlike a lazy, rather incompetent, housemaid. "If it's Timmy you want," she continued, "I'll go and see if he can come." "Please don't trouble. I'll find him all right." Radmore went out into the passage.
I'm convinced that very often he pretends to see things that he doesn't see. He loves frightening the village people, for instance, and some of them are really afraid of him. They think he can heal certain simple ailments, and they're absolutely certain that he can what they call 'blight' them!" "What a very convenient gift," observed Radmore drily.
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