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Updated: May 24, 2025
Dymchurch and May Tomalin had strayed from the garden into the park. They were sitting on a bench which encircled a great old tree. For some minutes neither had spoken. Dymchurch held in his hand a last year's leaf, brown, crisp, but still perfect in shape; he smiled dreamily, and, as his eyes wandered to the girl's face, said in a soft undertone: "How easily one loses oneself in idle thoughts!
He stood an image of noble sadness, of magnanimity at issue with cruel fate. Iris glanced timidly at him; her panting showed that she wished to speak, but could not. He offered his hand; Iris took it, but only for an instant. "I want you to tell me something else," broke from her lips. "I will tell you anything." "Are you in love with that girl Miss Tomalin?"
Miss Tomalin stood up, looked at the plants and flowers about her, and added in a voice already more courageous: "What a charming room! Green is so good for the eyes." "Are your eyes weak?" inquired Lady Ogram, anxiously. Still, I have been advised to be careful. Of course I read a great deal."
You will do so, simply because you know that I have but to speak half-a-dozen words to Lady Ogram, and you would be spared the trouble of coming here to lunch. What is your scheme? If I had been so pliant as you expected, what would you have asked of me?" "Merely to use your influence with Lady Ogram when she is vexed by learning that May Tomalin is not to marry Dymchurch.
If ever he allowed himself to dream of love and marriage, his mind turned to regions where fashion held no sway, where ambitions were humble. May Tomalin stood between the two worlds, representing a mean which would perchance prove golden. So determined and courageous was his mood when he fell asleep that it did not permit him long slumbers.
Slowly he raised his eyes, until they met Mrs. Toplady's. The two looked steadily at each other. "Are you speaking of me?" Dyce inquired, in a low voice. "Of whom else could I be speaking, Mr. Lashmar?" "Then Miss Tomalin has taken you entirely into her confidence?" "Entirely, I am happy to say. I am sure you won't be displeased.
"I thoroughly agree with you," replied Dyce, absently. "You came down yesterday?" "In the evening. You know that Miss Tomalin is at my house?" "I had no idea of it." "Yes. She arrived the day before yesterday. She left Rivenoak as soon as she knew about Lady Ogram's will. I'm very glad indeed that she came to me; it was a great mark of confidence.
Sir William and Lady Amys he knew to be still in the house of mourning; he presumed that May Tomalin had not gone away, and it taxed his imagination to picture the terms on which she lived with Constance. At the funeral, no doubt, he would see them both; probably would have to exchange words with them an embarrassing necessity. Hollingford, of course, was full of gossip about the dead woman.
What is more, I find a vague tradition that a sister of Joseph and Thomas made a brilliant marriage." "How is it that your advertisements were never seen by these people these Rookes?" "So it happened, that's all one can say. I have known many such failures. May Tomalin was born at Toronto, where he? father, also a Joseph, died in '80.
Lash mar behaved like a man of honour, and I quite approve of the way in which he expressed himself. His words would have been perfectly intelligible even to Miss Tomalin. Admitting his right to withdraw from the engagement if he had conscientious objections to it, I ventured to ask Mr. Lashmar whether there was any particular reason for his wish to be released.
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