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Updated: June 28, 2025
Nan paused in the middle of the rose-garden, where a stone sundial stood grey and weather-beaten, its warning motto half obliterated by the tender touches of the years: "Time flies. Remember that each breath But wafts thy erring spirit nearer death." Rather nervously, while she waited for Trenby to join her, she traced the ancient lettering with a slim forefinger.
Suddenly David remembered his father's sad confession, and he was silent. The drowning of Bele Trenby and all that followed it flashed like a fiery thought through his heart, and he went into his room, and shut the door, and flung himself face downward upon the floor. Would God count his anger as very murder? Would he enter into judgment with him for it?
"Half an hour to get there easily! An hour for the castle, half an hour for coming back, and then just time enough to skip into a dinner-frock. . . . I must go, really, Kitten," she went on with a note of urgency in her voice. "That appalling drawing-room at Trenby and almost equally appalling dining-room have got into my system, and I want to blow the germs away." She gesticulated expressively.
Kitty laid an urgent hand on his arm. "You must go over to Trenby and see Roger." "See Roger? My dear girl, he won't be able to see visitors for days yet." "Oh, yes, he will," replied Kitty. "Isobel Carson rang up just now to ask if Nan would come over. It appears that, barring the injury to his back, he escaped without a scratch.
Nan was smoothing first one tan head, then another, receiving eager caresses from rough, pink tongues in return, and insensibly she had moved step by step further into the yard to reach this or that hound as it caught her attention. "Come back!" called Trenby hastily. "Don't go any further."
Their absence would give her the opportunity she longed for the opportunity to get away from Trenby! The idea had flashed into her mind the instant Lady Gertrude had informed her she would be left alone there, and now each hour that must elapse before she could carry out her plan seemed an eternity.
The words came sobbingly from Nan's white lips, and Rooke turned to her instantly. "Have I your permission to keep the picture, Nan?" he asked, fixing her with his queer, magnetic eyes. An oath broke from Roger. "You'll have the original, you see, Trenby," explained Rooke urbanely, glancing towards him. Then he turned again to Nan. "Have I, Nan?" She opened her lips to reply, but no words came.
Neither is it exactly complimentary to us that you should even suggest such a thing." With this parting comment she quitted the room, leaving Nan staring stonily out of the window. She felt helpless helpless to withstand the thin, steel-eyed woman who was Roger's mother. Nominally free, she was to all intents and purposes a prisoner at Trenby Hall till Kitty or Penelope came home.
I wasn't even hoping to see you for another few weeks or so." "Just this minute arrived thought it about time I looked you up again," returned Sandy cheerfully. "I met Trenby about a mile away and scattered his horses and hounds to the four winds of heaven with my stink-pot." "Yes," agreed Nan reminiscently. "Why does your car smell so atrociously, Sandy?"
Liot kept his eyes fixed on her until she ceased speaking; then he turned them on the minister and said, "Speak for me." "Speak for thyself once and for all, Liot. Speak here before God and thy dead wife and thy mates and thy townsmen. Did thy hands slay Bele Trenby? Are they indeed red with his blood?" "I never lifted one finger against Bele Trenby.
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