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Then she turned to the butler, and inquired if Mr. Arthur was in the house. "His motor came round, my lady, about twelve o'clock. I have not seen him since." The lunch passed almost in complete silence between the two ladies. Lady Coryston was informed that Sir Wilfrid and Lester had gone to Martover in connection with Marcia's share in the events at Redcross Farm.
Millar wore a demi-toilet in the shape of an expensive cashmere and silk gown not an evening dress, but an approach to it, as became the wife of one of the leading professional men in Redcross, connected with the county to boot.
He was slightly the elder of the three, and he took his degree with a fair amount of honour; while, sad to say, for the credit of Redcross, neither Cyril nor Ned made their last pass. It was confidently believed that Tom Robinson would cut the shop, so far as any active management of it was concerned, and enter either a gallant or a learned profession.
And standing rigid beside her mother's bed, she told her news, so far as those piteous deaths at Redcross Farm were concerned. Of her own position, and of the scene which had passed between herself and Newbury the preceding day, she said not a word. On the facts presented to her, Lady Coryston was first bewildered, then irritated.
Then, to the chauffeur "Redcross Farm! as quick as you can!" Lester was left wondering. Some new development of the Betts trouble? After a few minutes' thought he went toward the smoking-room in search of Sir Wilfrid Bury. Meanwhile Marcia was speeding through the summer country, where the hay harvest was beginning and the fields were still full of folk.
Tom Robinson deserved more respectful treatment in Redcross. He has never been like himself since. I used to hear him whistling and humming tunes to himself as he worked in the office there is no more of that, or of his hearty interest in everything."
"It is just that we cannot leave home for any length of time, Dora and I," said May piteously. "So you and your sister Dora cannot leave home that is the objection, is it?" he repeated, slowly pulling his red moustache. "What do you call home? The Old Doctor's House or Redcross?" "Both," cried May quickly; "where father and mother and the rest of us are, of course."
None of them used such creamily smooth and thick note-paper, or exhibited such a cunningly contrived, elegantly designed monogram. But even a slight communication from the merest acquaintance was welcome as a flower in spring, when the acquaintance dwelt in dear old Redcross.
At first May shrank back a good deal from the advances of the conquering princess from the Far West; but here the English girl's humility and good feeling stood her in better stead than her judgment. May was grateful to Miss Vanhansen, and went so far as to be flattered by her attentions even when they gave the recipient no pleasure. That frame of mind could not last at seventeen. May, the most unsophisticated and easily pleased of human beings, was won from her sad dreams of Redcross. She was deeply obliged, she was faintly amused. At last she was fairly launched on such a mild course of St. Ambrose gaieties as two girls in a college could with grace pursue. This included tennis parties, rowing parties, water-lily and fritillary hunts, "strawberries," concerts instead of lectures in the afternoons as well as in the evenings, afternoon teas not tête-
If things had been as they were formerly, and there had been leisure to spare from rougher rubs for highly delicate considerations, it might, as has been hinted, have been held that Dora should have been the sister selected to go away from Redcross at least for a time. But a great deal had happened since Tom Robinson's unsuccessful suit and all connected with it had been in honour hushed up.
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