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Van Truder has just arranged for breakfast at that farmhouse over there. The relief train won't be here for half an hour or more and you must be famished." Eleanor's flimsy excuses were unavailing; her protestations that she could not eat a mouthful fell on obdurate ears.
"Why, Eleanor Thursdale!" shouted the old lady, her aristocratic eyes almost crossing in their stare of amazement. "Discovered!" groaned Dauntless to the willows. Mrs. Van Truder pounced upon Eleanor and, between personal questions and impersonal reflections upon non-government railways, gave her a dizzy quarter of an hour. She ignored Mr.
"I will, Miss Courtenay," said Derby. Windomshire grasped him by the hand, speechless with joy and relief. "I don't understand all this," complained Mr. Van Truder, vainly trying to see the excited, jubilant quartette. He only knew that they were all talking at once, suddenly without restraint. "I wish my wife were here; she'd understand."
Why not have old Mr. Van Truder for the other witness?" Mr. Van Truder was crossing the lawn, picking his way carefully. "Good afternoon," greeted Dauntless. "Afternoon," responded Mr. Van Truder. "Is this the hotel?" "No, sir; the hotel is about ten feet to your left. By the way, Mr. Van Truder, would you mind doing me a favour this evening?" "Gladly. Who are you?" "Joe Dauntless."
"When are you to be married, my dear?" "At once I mean, quite soon. Isn't the scenery beautiful, Mr. Van Truder?" asked Eleanor in desperation. "It's too far away. I can't see it," grumbled the old gentleman. "He's so very near-sighted," explained his wife. "Do you expect to stay long at the Somerset?" "It all depends," said Eleanor, with a glance at Dauntless. "Isn't that your governess with Mr.
Dauntless almost completely, quite entirely when she discovered Mr. Windomshire in the background. Little old Mr. Van Truder, in his usual state of subjection, was permitted to study the scenery at close range. "I was so afraid you'd marry that horrid Dauntless fellow," whispered Mrs. Van Truder. Eleanor gave vent to a constrained laugh. "How perfectly preposterous!"
It's rather exposed here, don't you know. Later on, if you please. Thanks, old man; I'll not forget this." They shook hands without any apparent excuse. "Mr. Windomshire!" called Mrs. Van Truder. He turned with a hopeless look in his eyes. The two girls had misery and consternation plainly stamped in their faces. "We can't all go over in the next boats, you know.
Van Truder, bundled up like a motorman, stood below shivering but with joy. "This is a great night for an affair of this kind," he quaked. "By George, I feel twenty years younger. I believe I could turn handsprings." "I wouldn't if I were you. Don't forget your somersault over that log back there, and your splendid headspin in the mud puddle. It's past nine o'clock.
He hurried away to avoid questions, muttering to himself as he went: "She's dying to know. But a secret's a secret. She sha'n't know that I am to be a witness." Mrs. Van Truder pondered long and deeply, but she was not well enough acquainted with all of the facts to hazard a guess as to who the girl might be.
I'll get Eleanor there if I have to kill that Van Truder woman. Now, whom shall we have as the second witness?" "Windomshire, I'm afraid," lamented Derby. "You won't be able to get rid of him." "Hang him!" groaned Dauntless, his spirits falling, but instantly reviving. "But he's dead in love with Miss Courtenay. It's pitiful, old man.
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