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Bonner's cottage and had installed himself here for how long he knew not, for what purpose he scarcely even guessed at. Yet here he was. Mrs. Bonner had seen Philip Slotman, as she saw most things and people that at one time or another passed within range of her windows. She recognised him from Hugh's description. "It would be about best part of a fortnight ago," she said.
From the shadows about the old barn a deeper shadow moved, something vaulted the gate lightly and came down with a thud on the ground beside Mr. Philip Slotman. "Joan," said a voice, "you will go away and leave this man to me. I will attend to the paying of him." Slotman turned, his rage gone, a cold sweat of fear bursting out on his forehead; his loose jaw sagged. "A a trap," he gasped.
"In June, nineteen hundred and eighteen, when Joan Meredyth was a girl at school " "I have told you that I will not listen." "She gave it out that she was leaving England for Australia. She never went in reality, she "Once more I order you to go before I " "In reality she was living with Mr. Hugh Alston as his wife " Philip Slotman laughed nervously. "Liar!"
He found it a little quiet country town, where information was to be had readily enough. It took him but a few minutes to discover that there was a school for young ladies, a school of repute, kept by a Miss Skinner. It was the only ladies' school in or near the town, and so Mr. Slotman made his way in that direction, and in a little time was ushered into the presence of the headmistress.
He was trying to reconcile what he had heard in his own office when he had spied on Hugh Alston and Joan, when on that occasion he had heard Hugh offer marriage to the girl as an act of atonement. How could he offer marriage if they were already married? There was something wrong, some mistake! "But what?" snapped her ladyship, who had taken an exceeding dislike to the perspiring Mr. Slotman.
Philip Slotman, and yet a few hours can effect such changes. The door was open to her; she could go back, and pick up her life again where she had dropped it before her journey to Cornbridge. After all, Slotman was not the only cad in the world. She would find others, it seemed to her, wherever she went. At any rate, Slotman had opened the door by which she might re-enter.
"You'd best take back that notice," Slotman said to her the next morning. "You won't find it so precious easy to find a job, my girl; and, after all, what have I done?" "Annoyed me, insulted me ever since I came here," she said quietly. "And of course I shall not stay!" "Insulted you! Is it an insult to ask you to be my wife?" "It seems so to me," she said quietly.
"Only that I am offering it to you, myself and all I possess. I am asking you to do me the honour of marrying me. It seems to me that it is the one and the only atonement that I can make for what has passed." "You are very generous! And and you think that I would accept?" "I hoped that you might consider the offer." Slotman gripped at the edge of the table against which he leaned.
"I suppose so," Slotman said, apparently indifferently. "And did you hear the name of the place she had come into?" "I did. Something Den all places in Kent are something or other Den. Oh, Starden! That's it! Well, I must go. But tell me, what's your opinion about those Calbary Reef Preferentials?" Ten minutes later Slotman was alone, frowning at thought.
"That gentleman is a friend of mine, related to the lady who lives with me. If I call on him and ask him to persuade you to go and not return, he will do so." "Oh, he will, and what then?" "I don't understand you what then? Why did you come here uninvited? Why did you send an untruthful message by my servant that I would not recognise your name?" "Trying to bluff me, aren't you?" Slotman said.
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