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Updated: June 11, 2025
The Dean of Trinity had telegraphed in great dismay on the morning following his first communication that Frank had gone, and that no one had the slightest idea of his destination; he had asked whether he should put detectives on the track, and had been bidden, in return, politely but quite firmly, to mind his own business and leave Lord Talgarth's younger son to Lord Talgarth.
"No one need be anxious any more," announced Jenny imperturbably. "Lord Talgarth's extremely angry still, as he has every right to be, and Frank's going to be allowed to go on the tramp if he wants to." The Rector waited, in deferential silence, for corroboration. "Jenny's a very sensible girl," observed Lord Talgarth. "And what she says is quite right." "Do you mean to say " began Archie.
Then he began to wonder what, as a matter of interest, Lord Talgarth's first utterance would be. But he felt he could trust Jenny to manage him. She was an astonishingly sane and sensible girl. He was at the further end of the terrace, close beneath the stable wall, when the stable clock struck the quarter for the second time.
"I only came an hour ago," he said. "Archie was telling me just now." Jenny went across to the deep chair on the hearth, threw off her cloak and sat down. "Lord Talgarth's well if he was my father I should say he was in a passion. I heard his voice." She smiled a little. Dick leaned against the table, looking at her. "Poor Frank!" he said. She smiled again, more freely. "Yes ... poor, dear Frank!
They made a handsome, courtly kind of pair a sort of "father and daughter" after some romantic artist or other. Lord Talgarth's heavy figure looked well-proportioned on horseback, and he sat his big black mare very tolerably indeed. And Jenny looked delicious on the white mare, herself in dark green. A groom followed twenty yards behind.
Finally, he had wondered, with a good deal of intellectual application, what exactly Jenny had meant when she had announced all that about the telegram she was going to send in Lord Talgarth's name, and the letter she was going to send in her own.
She had been quite silent since leaving the Rectory. "I heard of a good many," she said. "Which was this?" Jack recounted a story of Red Indians and ambuscades and a bow and arrows, ending in the flight of a frantic stag over the palings and among the garden beds; it was on a Sunday afternoon, too. "Frank was caned by the butler, I remember; by Lord Talgarth's express orders.
Of course, he had never intended for one instant that his threats should really be carried out; but the situation to one of Lord Talgarth's temperament demanded that the threats should be made, and that Frank should pretend to be crushed by them.
Lord Talgarth's big face nodded genially to the Rector and he made a kind of salute; he seemed in excellent dispositions; Jenny was a little flushed with exercise, and smiled at her father with a quiet, friendly dignity. "Just taking her ladyship home," said the old man.... "Yes; charming day, isn't it?" The Rector followed them, pleased at heart.
It would be a species of human blasphemy, therefore, for himself not to stand up in Lord Talgarth's presence, or for a laborer not to touch his hat to Miss Jenny. This is sometimes called snobbishness, but it is nothing of the kind. It is merely a marked form of Toryism.
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