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Updated: June 24, 2025
I guessed her intention, but I was not going to compromise myself by strolling about the Jervaise domain at midnight with Grace Tattersall. "Do you? Yes," I agreed, as if I were bound to admire her originality. They are afraid of the night-air, my allegory went on, and having begun their retreat, they are now sending out their servant for help.
She looked up at me, trying to guess how far I was honest in that remark. "But you don't really believe..." she said. "I don't see why not," I returned. "That Brenda has come back?" "Mrs. Jervaise said..." "Had to, of course," Miss Tattersall replied curtly. I pursed my mouth and shook my head. "It would be too risky to deceive us as crudely as that," I said.
For some reason Miss Tattersall was to be kept out of the case. Possibly she had made terms to that effect. More probably, I thought, Jervaise was a trifle ashamed of the source of his evidence against me. "Oh! look here, Melhuish," he said, with a return to his bullying manner. "You're only making things look worse for yourself by all this beating about the bush.
I commented automatically, and cursed myself for having conveyed a warmth of interest I certainly did not feel. "She's so enthusiastic, isn't she? Brenda, I mean," Miss Tattersall went on, and as I listened I compared her to the stable-clock. She, too, was a persistent outrage, a hindrance to whatever it was that I was waiting for. Mrs.
I had practically promised Banks not to say that I had seen him on Jervaise Clump at five o'clock that morning, and I was not the least tempted to reveal that important fact to Miss Tattersall. I diverted the angle of our talk a trifle, at the same time allowing my companion to assume that I agreed with her conclusion.
He had to choose between an imputation on his mother's good taste, savoir faire, breeding and an admission of the rather shameful source of the present accusation against me. "As a matter of fact, it's absolutely clear to me that Grace Tattersall is at the bottom of all this," I continued, to get this point settled.
Olive, Nora Bailey, and Hughes had, I supposed, followed Mrs. Jervaise's lead in duty bound, and I knew nearly enough why Miss Tattersall had cut me. I had no idea, then, that I had come under suspicion of a far more serious offence than that of a sectarian nonconformity. Indeed, I hardly gave the matter a moment's attention.
In all other matters the two creatures the cave man's horse and Prjevalsky's closely agree. Both display large heads, thick necks, coarse manes, and a general disregard of 'points' which would strike disgust and dismay into the stout breasts of Messrs. Tattersall.
"We might almost as well go and sit down somewhere," I suggested to Miss Tattersall, and noted three or four accessible blanks on the staircase. "Almost," she agreed after a glance at the closed door that shut out the night.
No sooner did he join that popinjay set of fellows, the th hussars, than he turned out, what he calls a four-in-hand drag, which dragged nine hundred pounds out of my pocket then he has got a yacht at Cowes a grouse mountain in Scotland and has actually given Tattersall an unlimited order to purchase the Wreckinton pack of harriers, which he intends to keep for the use of the corps.
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