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"And when you went into that place this morning there was nothing again?" he said. "No," said Miss Townshead, with a trace of despondency she could not quite conceal. "There was a post vacant, but it had some trust attached to it, and nobody knows me." Now while he talked Alton's eyes had been busy, and he had noticed a curious weariness which he had not seen before in his companion's face.
He had laid down the frying-pan and was shaking a pot of strong green tea when there was a tapping at the door, which opened while he wondered whether there would be time for him to alter his attire. Then he stood up with the teapot in his hand, and made a little whimsical gesture of dismay as Miss Townshead stood before him.
"You will think it is horribly too much?" Nellie Townshead glanced away into the shadows of the bush, and there was pain and a trace of shrinking in her face, but it had vanished when she turned again, and her voice had a little imperious ring. "And what made you tell me now?" Seaforth spread his hands out with a little deprecatory gesture. "I expected this.
"You know what those cigars cost me. Lord, what selfish brutes we are! Now stop right here and tell me what we are going to do!" Seaforth made a gesture of helplessness. "The difficulty is that one can't do anything," he said. "You see, we can't attempt the hamper trick too frequently, and I scarcely think Miss Townshead would care to be indebted to either of us in any other fashion."
Jack wouldn't have gone up yonder if you hadn't wanted the dollars?" Nellie Townshead looked down a moment, then swiftly raised her head, and though her fingers seemed to tighten on the bridle there was a curious steadiness in her eyes. "There is," she said, "no use in denying what everybody knows." Alton nodded. "I know that kind of worry, and it's a bad one.
I knocked him down that is, I meant to, and started out by the first train. I'm at the mine on the south road now." "You haven't been home?" "No," said Townshead grimly. "I came straight to you, and in the first place you're coming with me everywhere to deny this story." Alton sat very still for a space, and the lad seemed to quiver as he watched him. "I can't that is, not all of it."
"I'm getting kind of afraid of you," he said. "One of them was." Alice Deringham laughed prettily, and was inwardly contented. She had been used to influence and admiration, but there was a subtle pleasure in being the recipient of this man's homage, while she surmised that had he not offered her all of it he would not have made the admission concerning Townshead.
She flung the door open, and stood very straight and still before him. "You may come in," she said. The stranger glanced at her swiftly, and Nellie Townshead was somewhat astonished to see the blood mantle to his forehead. "Very sorry, but I see you guess who I am," he said, with a crisp, English intonation. "I am here to well, you understand on behalf of Mr.
Miss Townshead gave him back the message, but Deringham did not see her face, for she and his daughter seemed to be looking at each other. They formed a somewhat curious contrast, for Alice Deringham appeared taller and more stately than she was in her costly furs, and Nellie Townshead very slight and almost shabby in her thin and well-worn dress.
"All this makes me sorry for Harry." "Yes," said the girl reflectively, for she saw there was more to follow. Seaforth bent his head. "He has so little now. Hallam has beaten us all round, and Harry's face takes my sleep away. Everything he hoped for has been taken from him, and he is lame, you see." Nellie Townshead glanced at him swiftly. "One would scarcely notice it.
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