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It was odd how Winn looked forward to seeing Staines; he couldn't remember ever having paid much attention to the scenery before; he had always liked the bare backs of the downs behind the house where he used to exercise the horses, and the turf was short and smelt of thyme; and of course the shooting was good and the house stood well; but he hadn't thought about it till now, any more than he thought about his braces.
Then he thanked and blessed her again, with the tears in his eyes, and left her more disturbed and tearful than she had ever been since she grew to woman. "O cruel poverty!" she thought, "that such a man should be torn from his home, and thank me for doing it all for a little money and here are we poor commonplace creatures rolling in it." Staines hurried home, and told his wife.
Well, sir, we shan't have that on our souls, father and I; he is a farmer in Essex. This comes a many miles, this milk." Staines looked in her face, with kindly approval marked on his own eloquent features. She blushed a little at so fixed a regard. Then he asked her if she would supply him with milk, butter, and eggs. "Why, if you mean sell you them, yes, sir, with pleasure.
"Why, there is none of that game in the Royal Navy," said he. "Hasn't been this twenty years." "I'm so sorry," said Dr. Staines. "If there's a form of wit I revere, it is practical joking." "Doctor, you are a satirical beggar." Staines told Tadcaster, and he went forward and chaffed his friend the quartermaster, who was one of the forecastle wits.
The old gentleman was desperately fond of Falcon, and bent on the match, and he actually consented to give his daughter what Falcon called a little push. The little push was a very great one, I think. It consisted in directing the clergyman to call in church the banns of marriage between Reginald Falcon and Rosa Staines. They were both in church together when this was done.
Staines, not to keep her waiting, came down rather hastily, and in the very passage whipped out of her pocket a little glass, and a little powder puff, and puffed her face all over in a trice. She was then going out; but her husband called her into the study. "Rosa, my dear," said he, "you were going out with a dirty face." "Oh!" cried she, "give me a glass." "There is no need of that.
At nine o'clock that same evening, as she lay on a sofa in the best room of the inn, attended by her maid, Dr. Philip Staines came to her. She dismissed her maid. Dr. Philip was too old, in other words, had lost too many friends, to be really broken down by bereavement; but he was strangely subdued. The loud tones were out of him, and the loud laugh, and even the keen sneer.
He rose TO GO; but had a sudden inspiration; very sudden, of course. "Had he nothing about him you could recognize him by?" "Yes, he had a ring I gave him." Falcon took a black-edged envelope out of his pocket. "A ruby ring," said she, beginning to tremble at his quiet action. "Is that it?" and he handed her a ruby ring. Mrs. Staines uttered a sharp cry and seized the ring.
Then, after another pause, "I must have his head shaved." Lady Cicely demurred a little to this; but Dr. Staines stood firm, and his lordship's valet undertook the job. Staines directed him where to begin; and when he had made a circular tonsure on the top of the head, had it sponged with tepid water. "I thought so," said he.
Suddenly Lady Staines cocked a wintry blue eye in her son's direction and remarked, "Why ain't your wife going with you to Davos?" Winn hurled a bulb into the small hole prepared for it before answering, then he said: "She's too delicate to stand the cold." "Is there anything the matter with her?" asked his mother.
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