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It was after dinner that she took him into the picture gallery. Miss Harrison, very much disturbed by the presence of the master of Tredowen, and still more so by the hint which she had already received as to coming changes, followed them at a little distance. "I am so sorry," Juliet said, "that we have no cigars or cigarettes." "I seldom smoke," Wingrave answered.
"There's nothing very special on," he remarked. "Do you want me to go with you?" "It is not necessary," Wingrave answered. "I am going," he added, after a moment's pause, "to Cornwall." Aynesworth was immediately silent. The one time when Wingrave had spoken to him as an employer, was in answer to some question of his as to what had eventually become of the treasures of Tredowen.
"You are up early," he said, smiling down at her. "The sun woke me," she answered. "It always does. I was going down to the sands. Shall we go together? Or would you like to go into the gardens at Tredowen? The flowers are beautiful there while the dew is on them!" "I am afraid," Aynesworth answered, "that I cannot do either. I have come to say goodbye."
It was several moments before he spoke. He looked Mr. Pengarth in the face, and his tone was unusually deliberate. "Gifts," he said, "are not always given in friendship. Life may easily become a more complicated affair for that child with the Tredowen estates hanging round her neck. And anyhow, I disappoint my next of kin." Morrison, smooth-footed and silent, appeared upon the lawn.
Tredowen has been in your mother's family for a great many years, and although I must say that I have a great affection for this young lady, I have also an old fashioned dislike to seeing er family property pass into the hands of strangers. You might, forgive me marry!" Wingrave smiled very faintly, otherwise his face was inscrutable. "I might," he admitted calmly, "but I shall not.
"Of course," Juliet said, "after Tredowen it seems very small, almost poky, but it isn't, really, and Tredowen was not for me all my days. It was quite time I got used to something else." Wingrave looked around him with expressionless face. It was a tiny room, high up on the fifth floor of a block of flats, prettily but inexpensively furnished.
"Well, to take a few cases only," Wingrave continued, "there was the child down at Tredowen whom you were so anxious for me to befriend. Of course, I declined to do anything of the sort, and she ought, by rights, to have gone to some charitable institution, founded and supported by fools, and eventually become, perhaps, a domestic servant.
Tresfarwin like London?" Juliet laughed merrily. "Isn't it amusing?" she declared. "She loves it! She grumbles at the milk, and we have the butter from Tredowen. Everything else she finds perfection. She doesn't even mind the five flights of stone steps." "Social problems," Wingrave remarked, "do not trouble her." "Not in the least," Juliet declared.
But a moment later he addressed Juliet for the first time. "Are you glad that you are going away from Tredowen?" he asked. "I am very, very sorry," she answered, the tears gathering once more in her eyes. "But you want to go to school, don't you, and see other girls?" he asked. She shook her head decidedly. "It will break my heart," she said quietly, "to leave Tredowen.
If I cannot make a living at that, I shall try something else." "You disappoint me," Wingrave said. "There is no place for you in London. There are thousands starving there already because they can paint a little, or sing a little, or fancy they can. Do you find it dull down here?" "Dull!" she exclaimed wonderingly. "I think that there can be no place on earth so beautiful as Tredowen."
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