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"Oh, yes," said Jill enthusiastically; "and he saved Roger's life, and prevented Hodder being turned out, and won such a lot of prizes at Oxford." "He must be a fine fellow," said Ratman, with a disagreeable laugh. "You admire him too, of course, Miss Oliphant?" "Yes, he's honest," said she.
He had reached this pleasant stage in his reflections when something darted round from a side-walk and collided with him suddenly. It was Miss Jill, taking an early scamper with her dog, and little dreaming that she was not, as usual, the sole occupant of the grounds. "Hullo! my little lady," said Mr Ratman, recognising his enemy of yesterday; "you nearly did for me that time.
Once more Mr Ratman allowed himself to be escorted on a tour of discovery. "Who is that a portrait of?" asked he, looking at the lost Roger's picture. "Oh, that's what's his name, the fellow who would have been heir if he hadn't died. He looks rather a tough customer, doesn't he? That's the picture Rosalind painted for Roger's birthday a view of the park from her window, with the sea beyond.
"Perfectly," said Mr Ratman, who began to be interested. "I anticipate no difficulty there." "You forget that at present only a sickly boy stands between myself and the property. It would surely mean something on my part for me to admit a second life between." "What is the use of talking nonsense?" said Ratman.
Come, you'll have to tell me you are sorry, and beg my pardon very prettily." "No, I won't!" exclaimed Jill, and proceeded to run. Mr Ratman was not beyond a bit of fun himself; besides, he did not quite like to be thus set down by a child of twelve. Therefore, although his running days had passed their prime, he gave chase, and a very exciting race ensued.
"You wait till to-morrow, and it will be all right," said the Captain; "and meanwhile, my dear fellow, try to make yourself agreeable, and don't spoil sport by being unreasonably exacting. Ah, here's the tea!" At dinner that evening, Mr Ratman found his only companions Captain Oliphant, Roger, and Mr Armstrong.
He told me because I asked. Poor darling father!" And with something very like a sob she hurried on to Yeld. She went straight to Dr Brandram's. "Well, my dear young lady, it does one good to see you back," said he; "but bless me, how pale you look." "Do I? I'm quite well, thank you. Dr Brandram," said she, "do you know anything about this Mr Ratman?" The Doctor stared at this abrupt inquiry.
Where was Robert Ratman?" Roger had written once after reaching Paris, a letter full of hope, which had arrived a few days before Captain Oliphant's death. He had succeeded at last in tracking the man Pantalzar to a low lodging in the city, and from him had ascertained somewhat of the history of the Callot family.
"That's what I'm not likely to know myself," said the doctor; and he narrated the circumstances of Miss Oliphant's mysterious call. "Humph!" said the tutor. "She wants to see him in his capacity of Robert Ratman, evidently, and not of Roger Ingleton, major." "So it seemed to me." "And you say she had just come from visiting her father at Maxfield?" "Yes."
Ratman tried hard to copy his adversary's composure, but failed miserably. With many imprecations, and, heedless of the tutor's maimed condition, he threw himself upon him. But Robert Ratman's boxing, like his running, was a trifle out of date, and once more he found himself on his back regarding the clouds as they flitted by overhead. This time the tutor assumed the initiative.
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