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Faversham, risen from his writing-table, looked at his visitor in a dull astonishment. "I have come to bring you a message," said Tatham advancing, neither man offering to shake hands. "I saw Miss Penfold early this morning before she got the newspapers. She wished me to bring you her her sympathy. She was very much shocked." He spoke with a certain boyish embarrassment.
The first was Nash, Melrose's legal factotum through many years; the other was one of the clerks in the Pengarth office, who was popularly supposed to have made much money out of the Threlfall estate, through a long series of small peculations never discovered by his miserly master. They passed Tatham with downcast eyes and an air of suppressed excitement which did not escape him.
But instead of sitting down Mrs. Penfold ran to the window, exclaiming on the beauty of the view, the garden, the trees, and the bold profile of the old keep, thrown forward among the flowers. There was nothing the least distinguished in her ecstasy. But it flowed and bubbled with perfect sincerity; and Lady Tatham did not dislike it at all.
On the evening before, Tatham with much toil had extracted a more or less, coherent statement from Netta Melrose, persuading her to throw it into the form of an appeal to her husband. "If we can't do anything by reasoning, why then we must try pressure," he had said to her, in his suavest County Council manner; "but we won't talk law to begin with."
Lady Tatham has had a telephone message from the Chief Constable, Colonel Marvell. There is a man missing and a gun. Brand's younger son has not been seen for thirty-six hours. He has been helping Andover's head keeper for part of the year, as a watcher; and this man, Simpson, had let him have an old gun of his a muzzle-loader some months ago. That gun can't be found."
"It was no theft!" said Felicia passionately. "I would tell anybody!" Netta was silent, her face working with unspoken fear. Suddenly, Felicia said in her foreign English, pronounced with a slight effort, and very precisely: "That is a very beautiful young man!" Netta was startled. "Lord Tatham? Not at all, Felicia. He is very nice, but I do not even call him good-looking."
Tatham was the first to recover himself. He approached Melrose with a coolness like his own. "You are back early, sir? I apologize for my intrusion, which will not be prolonged. I came, as you see, to inquire after my old friend, Mr. Faversham." "So I understand. Well what's wrong with him? Isn't he doing well eh? Faversham, will you introduce me to your friends?" Mrs.
Penfold, so much shaken by the sudden appearance of the Ogre that words failed her, bowed profoundly; Lydia slightly. She was indignant for Tatham. Mr. Melrose, having announced his absence for the day, ought not to have returned upon them by surprise, and his manner convinced her that it had been done on purpose. "They gave you tea?" said Melrose to Mrs.
"Unless the man is an adventurer," said Victoria, straightening her shoulders, "he will, of course, do his best to put this girl who is the rightful heiress into her proper place. What business has he with Mr. Melrose's estates?" Lady Tatham spoke with imperious energy. Lydia's eyes showed an almost equal animation. "May he not share with her? Aren't they immense?"
And every complaint that Tatham will make if he has come to complain will be perfectly reasonable. And I shall have to tell him to go to the devil!" He sat pen in hand, staring at the paper on his desk, his mind divided between a bitter disgust with his day's work and the consciousness of a deep central resolve, which that disgust did not affect, and would not be allowed to affect.
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