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And it was to that quality, almost unknown to himself, that Saltash did homage as he rose. Her look flashed across to him, comprehended his action, and laughed open triumph. Then with a suddenness almost too swift to follow, she turned to a man who had entered behind her and softly spoke. Saltash's eyes went to the man, and he drew a low whistle between his teeth.
That brought the fair head upwards very swiftly. The blue eyes with their short black lashes looked straight up to his. "But but Captain Larpent " "Oh, never mind Larpent! I'll square him." Saltash's look flashed over the pale, tear-stained face. His hold, though close, no longer compelled. "Leave it all to me! Don't you fret! I'll square Larpent. I'll square everybody.
"We have been talking about you, Juliet. Will you come for a voyage with us in Lord Saltash's yacht?" Juliet came slowly forward. Her face was pale. She was holding a letter in her hand. She looked from one to the other for a second or two in silence. "Are you sure," she said, in her low quiet voice, "that you wouldn't rather go alone?" "Not unless you would rather not come," said the squire.
"I give you credit for one thing, Jake," he said. "You haven't offered to take her off my hands. For that piece of forbearance I congratulate you. Do you want to see her before you go?" "Not specially," said Jake. Saltash's eyes followed him with a look half-malicious, half-curious. "Nor to send her a message?" he questioned. "No." Jake's tone was brief.
In a moment she had reached him, was hanging to his arm in mute greeting, everything else in the world forgotten. It was pathetically like the re-union of a lost dog to its master. Saltash's ugly face softened miraculously at her action. The jest died on his lips. "Why, Nonette!" he said. "Nonette!" She strangled another sob. Her face was burning, quivering, appealing, no longer the face of a boy.
"I am obliged to you, Jake. I think Maud will agree." "Shall we go to her?" said Jake. They joined the two on the terrace, and presently they were all laughing together at Saltash's drolleries. He knew how to bring effervescence to the very quietest waters.
Not much the matter with him, is there?" "Nothing now," Maud said. "What does he do with himself?" asked the General, surveying the distant figure at that moment galloping in a far corner of the field. "He is agent on Lord Saltash's estate at Burchester," his daughter said, suddenly entering the conversation. "He was telling me about it at luncheon. He and Lord Saltash are friends." "Ah!
"But she must have mixed fairly freely with the crew to have picked up the really amazing language she sometimes uses." Saltash's brows worked whimsically. "Some of us have a gift that way," he remarked. "Your worthy Jake, for instance " "Oh, Jake is a reformed character," she interrupted. "He hardly ever lets himself go now-a-days. And he won't allow it from Bunny.
At Saltash's behest and with his help, he presently crept back to his own cabin to divest himself of his hotel-livery and don the very roomy suit of pajamas that Murray the steward had served out to him. Then, barefooted, stumbling, and shivering, he returned to where Saltash leaned smoking in the narrow dressing-room, awaiting him. Saltash's dark face wore a certain look of grimness.
He bided his time with what patience he could muster, but he was determined it should not be for long. The work on Saltash's estate had done him good. He was keen to prove himself, and the vigorous, out-door life suited him. Jake saw with satisfaction that he was developing a self-reliance and resourcefulness that had not characterized him formerly.
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