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The hermit glanced up at the inn on the hillside whence burst suddenly a triumphant strain of splendid harmony. "And up there," said he, "they are playing Mendelssohn what is going on up there?" "Up in de inn," said the dusky one, "dey is a weddin' goin' on. Mr. Binkley, a mighty rich man, am marryin' Miss Trenholme, sah de young lady who am quite de belle of de place, sah."
"Now, look here, you know this won't do," said Trenholme, in loud authoritative tones; so transported was he by the disagreeableness of his situation that, for the moment, he supposed himself speaking to the man with whom he had just spoken. Then, realising that that man, although gone, was yet probably within call, he set down the lamp hastily and ran out.
He sent his own boys to school there, admired Trenholme's enthusiastic devotion to his work, and believed as firmly as the Principal himself that the school would become a great university. It was important to Trenholme that this man that any man of influence, should believe in him, in his college, and in the great future of both.
Trenholme, I find, seems to think it heavy for these roads." His wife heard him quite cheerfully. "In weather like this nothing could be more desirable," said she, "than to have one's own comfortably cushioned carriage; and besides, I have always told you we owe it to our children to show the people here that, whatever misfortunes we have had, we have been people of consequence."
"Go with him, Bates, and have that artist fellow arrested!" "Meaning Mr. Trenholme, sir?" inquired the policeman, startled anew by this unexpected reference to the man he had parted from so recently. "I don't know his name; but Bates met him in the park, near the lake, just after the shot was fired that killed my father." "But I met him, too, sir. He didn't fire any shot. He hadn't a gun.
First, Roxton contains an artist of rare genius, and, second, it holds a cook of admitted excellence." "Look here " "I'm listening here, which is all that science can achieve at present." "I'm in no mood for ill timed pleasantries." "But I'm not joking, 'pon me honor. The cook, name of Eliza, does really exist, and is sworn to surprise even your jaded appetite. The artist is John Trenholme.
Robert Trenholme may have been wise, or he may have been foolish, but he estimated this difference as great. Should Alec persist in this thing, it would, in the first place, endanger the success of his school, or alter his relation to that school; in the second, it would make him more unworthy in the eyes of all Sophia's well-born relatives.
Indiscreet usually, she was wonderfully tender in these days of Winifred. "I am not sure that if he had been my father I would have shut him up." Trenholme spoke and sighed. "If he had been my father," Sophia cried vehemently, "I would have gone with him from village to village and door to door; I would rather have begged my bread than kept him from preaching.
Trenholme went from Mrs. Rexford's door that same day to pay some visits of duty in the village. The afternoon was warm, and exquisitely bright with the sort of dazzling brightness that sometimes presages rain. On his return he met a certain good man who was the Presbyterian minister of the place. The Scotch church had a larger following in Chellaston than the English.
"As you are in a way responsible for the old man, perhaps that is your duty," replied Trenholme, secretly thinking that on such roads and under such skies the volatile youth would not go very far. A blast of wind entered the house door as Harkness went out of it, scattering Trenholme's papers, causing his study lamp to flare up suddenly, and almost extinguishing it.
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