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"Vrouw Van Heigen was," Julia answered, "but Denah and I were not. It is the last opportunity we shall have for a little while; Joost goes to Germany on business to-morrow." Rawson-Clew laughed. "Which means, I suppose," he said, "that she will neglect the crochet work, and you will have to superintend it? Not very congenial to you, is it?" "Good discipline," she told him.
"That must also be part of the essence of a holiday," Rawson-Clew said; "at least, one would judge it to be so; boys and dogs, the only things in nature who really understand the art of holiday-making, chase wild geese, and otherwise do nothing of any account, with an inexhaustible energy, and a purposeful determination wonderful to behold.
"Then the Van Heigens won't know what has become of you?" "Not a bit in the world; they don't even know where I was going to-day. I did not tell them; I am afraid they will be rather uneasy about me, but perhaps not so very much, they know by this time I can take care of myself; besides, I shall be home before bed-time, if the fog lifts." Rawson-Clew agreed, and they talked of other things.
She knew that she and her father had no right to it while the money was unpaid. "Please do not apologise," she said; "there is no need, I quite understand." "I was labouring under a false impression," Rawson-Clew explained. She nodded. "I know," she said, "but it is cleared up now; no one who spoke with my father could possibly imagine he lived by his wits."
"He walks like an Englishman," Anna said, "as if all the world belonged to him." "And looks like one," Denah added; "he has no moustache, and wears a glass in his eye, look, Miss Julia." Julia looked, then drew back rather quickly. They were right, it was an Englishman; it was of all men Rawson-Clew. What was he doing here?
She raised her head and looked at the flat, wet landscape with unseeing eyes that were contemptuous. How different two not dissimilar acts could be made to look! If she took the daffodil and she would have unique opportunity to try during the next two days Rawson-Clew would regard her as little better than a common thief; that is, if he happened to know about it.
Julia waited to receive the attack in the dim sitting-room. She knew as well as Rawson-Clew, or better, that she had not a ghost of a chance of clearing herself; dismissal was inevitable; that was why she went to the market-place.
And as for the other thing the daffodil" she forgot that he did not know about it "I couldn't take it from any one so silly, so childish, so trusting." "Of course not," Rawson-Clew said. "I don't know what the daffodil thing is, nor from whom you could not take it please don't tell me; I never take the slightest interest in other people's business, it bores me.
Julia glanced curiously towards the house; it was the only one of any size or possible interest in the village; the only one, she had decided some time ago, that Rawson-Clew could have any reason to visit. As they approached the gate she ventured, "You go here, do you not?" "Yes," he answered; "to Herr Van de Greutz." "The cousin tells me he is a great chemist," Julia said.
Julia decreed that she and Johnny were to do that, then unthinkingly she sent her assistant for a tea-cloth. Rawson-Clew was standing by the doorway when Johnny passed; he followed him out. "Mr. Gillat, your plants want watering," he said, quietly but decisively. "They do, they do," Johnny agreed; "I will have to do them by and by." "Do them now, it is getting late." "It is," Mr.
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