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With a conscience clear enough for all practical purposes, he then mounted his horse, rode over to the Dower House, and sent in his card to Lady Julia Territon. Lady Julia was probably well posted up; at any rate, she received him with kindness and without surprise, and, after the proper amount of conversation, told him she believed he would find Claudia in the morning-room.
"One for you, Rector!" chuckled Bob Territon, who knew no reverence. The two girls departed somewhat scornfully, arm in arm, and the Rector too rose with a sigh, and accompanied the elder ladies to the house, whither they were going to meet the pony carriage that stood at the hall door. A daily drive was part of Mrs. Lane's ritual.
"Why, where did you pick him up?" asked Lady Claudia. "Pick him up! I've known Charley Stafford since we were both that high. We were at Harrow and at Oxford together. Rickmansworth knows him, Bob. You didn't come till he'd left." "Why is the gentleman called 'Father'?" said Bob. "Because he is a priest," Miss Chambers answered. "And really, Mr. Territon, you're very ignorant.
Stafford smiled gently and bade him good-night. A moment later Bob Territon emerged from the open windows of the billiard-room. "Of all dull dogs, Haddington's the worst; however, I've won five pound of him! Hist! Is the Father here?" "I am glad to say he is not." "Oh! Have you squared it with Miss Kate? I saw something was up." "Miss Bernard's heart, Bob, and mine again beat as one."
This same letter was, however, the cause of very serious disquiet to the recipient, more especially as it came upon the top of another troublesome occurrence. Rickmansworth had welcomed Eugene to Territon Park with his usual good nature and his usual absence of effusion. In fact, he telegraphed that Eugene could come if he liked, but he, Rickmansworth, thought he'd find it beastly slow.
"The Pope's wild about it!" reported Bob Territon to the usual after-breakfast group on the lawn: "says the beggar's impudence licks him." "He shall not work any more," exclaimed Claudia, darting into the house, whence she presently emerged, followed by Stafford, who resignedly sat himself down with them. Such forcible interruptions of his studies were by no means uncommon.
Kate drew herself up with a sort of dignity. "I despise you and your schemes, and Eugene Lane, and Claudia Territon, and all your crew!" she allowed herself to say. "But you promise?" "Yes, I promise. There! Now, may I go?" Ayre courteously took off his hat, and stood on one side, holding it in his hand and bowing slightly as she swept indignantly by him.
"Claudia Territon. She was sitting there reading. He had a book, too, but had laid it down on his knee. She sat reading, and he looking. In a moment I caught the look. Then she put down the book; and as she turned to him to speak, in a second it was gone, and he was not this picture nor the other, but as we know him every day." "She didn't see?" asked Eugene. "No." "Thank God!" he cried.
Morewood was happy in the pursuit of his art and in arguments with Stafford; and Bob Territon had found refuge in an energetic attempt to organize and train a Manor team to do battle with the village cricket club, headed as it had been for thirty years past by the Rector. Moreover, Stafford himself still seemed tranquil.
Do you know where she is?" "I shall send a wire to Territon Park. Rick's sure to be there if she isn't, and I'll go down and find out about it." "Wait a minute, will you? Have you heard from your friend Stafford lately?" A shadow fell on Eugene's face. "No. But that's over. Must be, or he'd never have bolted from Millstead." Ayre was silent a moment.
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