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There need be no trouble as to Jack Tosswill's future he was going to the Bar, and there was little doubt that he would succeed there. One of his idiosyncrasies was his almost contemptuous indifference to women. He was fond of his sisters in a patronising way, but the average pleasant girl, of whom the neighbourhood of Beechfield had more than its full share, left him quite cold.
Lately she had thought Radmore was becoming aware of Jack Tosswill's growing absorption in her, and she had suspected, as well as hoped, that he was a trifle jealous. Now jealousy, as Enid knew well, is a potent quickener of feeling between a man and a woman. It was unfortunate that Radmore seemed to regard Jack Tosswill as a mere boy a rather tiresome, priggish boy. Still, that had its good side.
Timmy walked on up the steep bit of road which led to the upper part of the beautiful old village which was, like many an English village, shaped somewhat like a horseshoe and then suddenly he stopped and gazed intently into a walled stable-yard of which the big gates were wide open. Beechfield was Timmy Tosswill's world in little.
All at once she told herself, a little ruefully, that she had perhaps been foolish; that this affair, slight and altogether unimportant as it was, might become a tiresome complication. Of course she could keep him in order, but she was well aware that when a man had kissed her once, he generally wanted to kiss her again, and very soon. In principle, she had no objection to Jack Tosswill's kisses.
All this had happened, so she had explained, after her last letter to him, for she and Radmore had kept up a desultory correspondence. And now, with Janet Tosswill's voice still sounding in his ears, Godfrey Radmore was not altogether sorry to feel a touch of loneliness, for at times his good fortune frightened him.
He was far more human than Jack, but, like Jack, absolutely steady and dependable. Janet Tosswill's mind swung back to Godfrey Radmore. She wondered how he would like the changes in Old Place, whether they would affect him pleasantly or otherwise. She was woman enough to regret sharply their altered way of life.
The older woman tried to smile. "To tell the truth, Betty, I've had rather a shock. You heard the telephone bell ring?" "You mean some minutes ago?" "Yes." "Who was it?" "Godfrey Radmore, speaking from London." "Is that all? I was afraid that something had happened to Timmy!" But, even so, the colour flamed up into Betty Tosswill's face.
"Yes," she answered, slowly, "the first time I was in Old Place, Timmy Tosswill's dog frightened me out of my wits." "That's very strange," said the doctor, "Flick's such a mild-mannered dog." Enid Crofton lifted herself up from her reclining position. "Dr. O'Farrell! I wouldn't say so to anyone but you, but don't you think there's something uncanny about Timmy Tosswill?
Janet Tosswill was John Tosswill's second wife, and, though over forty, a still young and alert looking woman, more Irish than Scotch in appearance, with her dark hair and blue eyes. But she came of good Highland stock and was proud of it. "London wants you," came the tired, cross voice she knew all too well. "I think there must be some mistake. This is Old Place, Beechfield, Surrey.
Betty Tosswill's house of dreams had vanished, she thought, for ever, so very long ago. Betty's house of dreams had been quite a small house but such a cosy, happy place, full of the Godfrey of long ago, and of good, delicious dream children.... She turned her head away. "Well," he exclaimed, "that's that! We won't think about this house again. We'll go and look at another place to-morrow."
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