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What a debt of obligation I owe to your excellent father. How quiet you are, dear girl. Do you regret having followed the impulse which made you kindly offer to drink tea with us?" He suddenly turned to me. "Another proof, Mr. Roylake, of the sisterly interest that she feels in you; she can't hear of your coming to my room, without wanting to be with you.

She held me up to my own face, as a kind of idol to myself, without producing any better reason than might be found in my inheritance of an income of sixteen thousand pounds. Roylake held up her delicate little hands in unutterable astonishment. "My dear Gerard, in your position!" She appeared to think that this settled the question.

I hurried along the woodland path, followed by the fat domestic in black. Not used apparently to force his legs into rapid motion, he articulated with the greatest difficulty in answering my next question: "How did you know where to find me?" "Mrs. Roylake ordered inquiries to be made, sir. The head gardener " There his small reserves of breath failed him. "The head gardener saw me?" "Yes, sir."

My stepmother's face actually brightened with pleasure. Reflecting on it now, I am strongly disposed to think that she had not allowed her feelings to express themselves so unreservedly, since the time when she was a girl. After all, Mrs. Roylake was paying her step-son a compliment in trying to entrap him into a splendid marriage. It was my duty to think kindly of my ambitious relative.

"Let us judge him," I suggested, "by what he says and does, on finding us together." Without an attempt at concealment on his part, he advanced towards us briskly, smiling and waving his hand. "What, Mr. Roylake, you have already found out the virtues of your wonderful spring, and you are drinking the water before breakfast! I have often done it myself when I was not too lazy to get up.

Don't think me ungrateful, Mr. Roylake! After your kindness to me, I'd go through fire and water for you I would!" His sunken eyes moistened, his big voice faltered. I let him leave me, in mercy to the strong feeling which I had innocently roused. But I shook hands with him first. Yielding to one of my headlong impulses? Yes. And doing a very indiscreet thing? Wait a little and we shall see.

Trifling as the action was, my companion noticed it. "Do you like that muddy river?" he asked. I took the pencil again: "Old associations make even the ugly Loke interesting to me." He sighed as he read those words. "I wish, Mr. Roylake, I could say the same. Your interesting river frightens me." It was needless to ask for the pencil again. My puzzled face begged for an explanation.

Roylake, to find yourself again at Trimley Deen." Has anybody ever suffered as I suffered, during that round of visits, under the desire to yawn and the effort to suppress it?

"If you think you can carry it out," I said, "send your estimate of expenses to me and Mrs. Roylake, and we will subscribe." We received the estimate. But the plan has failed, and the man is off. I am quite certain myself that Miss Toller has done what she promised to do. Wherever she may be now, she has sacrificed herself for your sake. When you have got over it, you will marry my sister.

Yes, yes, Cristy, I'm noticing him; he's done with his writings. Suppose I offer to put them away for him? You can see in his face he finds the tale of them correct. He's coming this way. What's he going to do next?" He was going to establish a claim on my gratitude, by relieving me of Giles Toller. "I have something to say to Mr. Roylake," he announced, with a haughty look at his landlord. "Mind!

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