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That day, because of the rain, Trenholme insisted upon keeping her to dinner with him. He brought her into his dining-room with playful force, and set her at the head of his table. It was a great pleasure to him to have the child. He twitted her with her improvement in the culinary art, demanding all sorts of impossible dishes in the near future for his brother's entertainment.
"If for a time, first off, you had someone in the house who had lived in this country, you'd get on first class," said the youth. "But you know, my dears," Mrs. Rexford spoke to her daughters, forgetting the young man for a moment as before, "if I had not supposed that Eliza understood the stove I should have inquired of Principal Trenholme before now."
It was easy for him to find the lady he desired to see, for while the weather was still warm it was the habit in Chellaston to spend leisure hours outside the house walls rather than in, and Alec Trenholme had already learned that at evening in the Rexford household the father and brother were often exhausted by their day's work and asleep, and the mother occupied by the cribs of her little ones.
"Well, if you ask me what I think, Principal but, mind, I haven't a word of proof of it I think he's gone up the mountain, and that he's not gone there alone." "What do you mean?" "I mean that I think drunken Job's wife, and old McNider, and some more of the Second Advent folks, will go with him, expecting to be caught up." "Impossible!" cried Trenholme, vehemently.
One lives through such scenes with little real perception of their details. He knew at last for certain that he put his burden from him, and throwing himself down laid his ear on the broad, muscular breast. Long as he listened, there was no movement there. The mad old preacher was dead. When Alec Trenholme rose from the dead man's side he felt his shoulder taken hold of by a familiar hand.
"The first man who ever axed me to marry him was called Jim, an' when, like a wise woman, I said 'No, he went away an' 'listed in the Royal Artillery an' lost his leg in a war that's what Jim did." "What a piece of luck you didn't accept him!" put on Trenholme. "An' why, I'd like to know?" "Because he began by losing his head over you.
This time he should hear and should return. Trenholme did not spare his voice, and the wide lonely land resounded to his shout. And this time he was not too proud to run, but went at full speed and shouted too. Saul undoubtedly saw and heard him, for he faced about and looked. Perhaps something in the very way in which Trenholme ran suggested why he ran.
The recollection made him hasten on, forgetting that his speed was almost too great for a woman. In the stir of events we seldom realise to the full the facts with which we are dealing, certainly never perceive at first their full import. Trenholme, however, after some minutes of tramping and thinking, felt that he had reason for righteous indignation, and became wroth.
Only, for goodness' sake, keep this one covered with a water-proof wrap if the weather breaks, which it doesn't look like doing at this moment. Now, Mr. Trenholme, take the advice of a dried-up chip of experience like me, and be sensible. One word as to actualities. I'm told you didn't see anything in the park which led you to believe that a crime had been committed?" "Not a thing.
After an interlude played by sole Colbert, Winter shot an amused question at his companion. "What's at the back of your head with regard to the artist and Miss Sylvia?" he said. "It's high time she spoke to a real man. These Fenleys are animals, all of 'em. John Trenholme is a genius, and a good-looking one." "I met the girl in a corridor a while ago, and she was rather disconsolate, I thought."
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