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Besides, it would be so uncomfortable; it must be pretty bad to live at close quarters with some one you were who you didn't know very well, with whom you minded about things." She had touched on something that did matter now, that might matter very much indeed; Rawson-Clew realised it, and realised with a start of pain, that there might be a great gulf between him and the good comrade after all.
He supposed he would find Johnny in the garden, but he did not; he and the Captain were some way out on the heath now, and, fortunately for the latter's peace, neither saw any one approach the cottage. Rawson-Clew looked round the garden and finding no one decided, rather reluctantly, that he must go to the house.
They are satisfied " He broke off, feeling that the visitor was more astonished than admiring of such a state of affairs. "Are you satisfied?" Rawson-Clew asked briefly. "I'd sooner be able to see her," Johnny admitted. "I'm fond of her; yes, she's been very kind and good; I miss seeing her. But, of course, she has her way to make in the world."
"The daffodil!" she repeated in frank amazement; she was completely surprised, and for once she did not attempt to hide it. "Yes," Rawson-Clew said; "why did you call it 'The Good Comrade?" Julia began to recover herself and also her natural caution. This was not the question she expected, but the rogue in her made her wary even of the seemingly simple and safe.
Rawson-Clew walked on ahead of the pair; he had to outpace them, since he was bound the same way, and could not walk with them. He was not sure that he was not rather sorry for Denah, the Dutch girl; one who can laugh at herself as well as another, and all alone, too, is he thought, rather apt to enjoy the incongruous more than the suitable.
This, of course, was not discovered at first, and the honour and glory of obtaining the specimen was considerable, if only there had been some one to take it. Rawson-Clew did not consider himself the person. Julia was collecting fir-cones.
But he did not do it; he was too shaken to think quickly, also there was a sense of reinforcement in her presence; this he did not realise; indeed, he realised nothing except that she spoke again before he had collected himself. "Is it about the money Mr. Rawson-Clew lent you?" she asked.
Nor was he a commercial man; neither his instincts nor his abilities lay in that direction; it was not a new process, not a trade secret which brought him here. Indeed, even though he might appreciate the value of such things, he would never dream of trying to possess himself of them. Julia understood perfectly the scale in which such acts stood to men like Rawson-Clew.
It had been raining heavily all day, and although it had cleared now, a thick mist lay over the wet fields. "I shall have to go round by the road," she said, as she looked at the track. Rawson-Clew agreed with her. "I am rather surprised that you came out at all this evening," he remarked. "I should have thought your careful friends would have been afraid of colds and wet feet."
Rawson-Clew looked in the direction she did; he had seen so much of the world, and she had seen so little of it that is, of the part which is solitary and beautiful. Yet he felt something of her enthusiasm for this sunny, empty place than which he had seen many finer things every year of his life.
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