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The first cutting was a report of Tallente's last speech in the House, a clever and forceful attack upon the Government's policy of compromise in the matter of recent strikes. The next was a speech at the Holborn Town Hall, on workmen's dwellings, another a thoughtful appreciation of him from the pages of a great review.
I have asked only Miss Miall and Miller to meet you just the trio of us who came to lure you out of your Devonshire paradise." "Miller?" Tallente repeated, with instant comprehension. "Yes! I was thinking, only the other day, that you scarcely see enough of Miller." "I see all that I want to," was Tallente's candid comment. Dartrey laid his hand upon his guest's shoulder.
She laid her hand on Tallente's arm and led him towards a comparatively secluded corner of the winter garden which made her own house famous. "I must apologise, Mrs. Van Fosdyke," he said, "for my late appearance. I travelled up from Devonshire this afternoon and found snow all the way. We were nearly two hours late."
"All the world knows that," she answered. "He married an American, one of William Hunter's daughters." "Who has now, I understand, left him?" Lady Jane shrugged her shoulders. "I do not discuss Mr. Tallente's matrimonial affairs with him." "Surely," her mother remarked acidly, "in view of your growing intimacy they are of some interest to you both?" Jane was silent for a moment.
"Tallente's position," he said thoughtfully, "one can understand. He is married, isn't he, and with all the splendid breadth of his intellectual outlook he is still harassed by the social fetters of his birth and bringing up. I can conceive Tallente as a person too highminded to seek to evade the law and too scornful for intrigue. But you, Nora, how is it that your love brings you unhappiness?
Miller stood with his hands in his pockets, gnawing the end of his moustache, gazing covertly at the man who stood waiting for him to pass on. Tallente's face was immovable. "Disappeared? Do you mean to say that you don't know where he is?" "I have no idea." Again there was a moment's silence. Then Miller leaned a little forward.
Either Palliser's body must have been taken out by the tide, which flows down the Bristol Channel in a curious way, and will never now be recovered, or he made a remarkable escape and decided, under all the circumstances, to make a fresh start in life." Nora came suddenly over to Tallente's side. She took his arm and somehow or other the strained look seemed to pass from his face.
"You are the one person in the world," he said, "to whom I could tell nothing but the truth. I could." They both heard the sound of footsteps in the hall. Lady Jane, disturbed by the ominous note in Tallente's voice, rose also to her feet, glancing from him towards the door, filled with some vague, inexplicable apprehension.
I struck too hard and Palliser went over the cliff." Neither Nora nor Dartrey seemed capable of speech. Tallente's cool, precise manner of telling his story seemed to have an almost paralysing effect upon them. "Afterwards," Tallente continued, "I discovered the theft of that document.
"A left-handed compliment," Jane laughed. "You should pay your tribute to my cook. Mr. Dartrey, I have told you all about my farms and your wife has explained all that I could not understand of her last article in the National. Now I am going to seek for further enlightenment. Tell my why the publication of an article written years ago is likely to affect Mr. Tallente's present position so much?"
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