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Van Truder can't see them, you know." There was no way out of it. Joe and Anne meekly followed the Van Truders into the wobbly boat, resentment in their hearts, uncertainty in their minds. They rowed away, leaving Windomshire and Eleanor standing among the willows, ill at ease and troubled beyond expression.
"By George, I wish Mrs. Van Truder could see me now," came valiantly from the old gentleman around the corner. "Say, whistle again." Derby gave three sharp, shrill whistles. In silence they waited a full minute for the response. There was not a sound except the dripping of the rain. "I'm afraid something is wrong," said Derby.
Windomshire and Eleanor, under the espionage of the "oldest friend of the family," moped and sighed with a frankness that could not have escaped more discerning eyes. Mrs. Van Truder, having established herself as the much needed chaperon, sat back complacently and gave her charges every opportunity to hold private and no doubt sacred communication in the double seat just across the aisle.
He's to get two pounds for his trouble. By Jove, I think I've done rather well. I'm sorry if you don't approve," he lamented. "But I do approve, Harry," she cried bravely. "It's lovely!" "Good! I knew you would. Now all we have to do is to slip away from here this evening, and Oh, I say, hang it all! Mrs. Van Truder has asked me to dine with them this evening."
No such profitable harvest had ever been reaped by the farmer. Dauntless and Anne ate off of a sewing-table in the corner. Mrs. Van Truder deliberately refused to hear Mr. Windomshire's timorous suggestion that they "make room" for them at the select table. Silent anathemas accompanied every mouthful of food that went down the despot's throat, but she did not know it.
"Allow me," he remarked, deliberately taking the despatch from the old gentleman. "I'll send it from the station. Don't bother about it, Mr. Van Truder." He drove through the village, but did not stop at the station; his instructions to the driver did not include a pause anywhere.
"I'll do my part, Joe," said Derby, smiling. "Well, so long, if I don't see you before nine. You look out for old Mr. Van Truder, will you? See that he sneaks out properly. And " "Don't worry, old chap. Go to Miss Thursdale. She seems nervous."
It was not to be long, however, before she, too, would be adventuring forth in search of the unknown. By this it may be readily understood that Mr. Van Truder had succeeded in escaping from beneath her very nose, as it were. The little village church stood at the extreme end of the street, dark, dismal, quite awe-inspiring on a night like this.
Windomshire? I can't be mistaken." "Yes, she's going out to spend a few weeks with a rich aunt, her sister's mother, I think." "How's that?" gasped the old lady. "I mean her mother's sister." "It sounded very strange, my dear." "About the mother having a sister?" guessed old Mr. Van Truder, sharply. "Seems all right to me."
"They are going to row us across the river," volunteered Eleanor, helplessly. "Good-morning, Mr. Windomshire," called Mrs. Van Truder. Windomshire started and got very red in the face. Miss Courtenay's bow went unnoticed by the old lady. In sheer despair, the Englishman turned to Dauntless, a fellow-sufferer. "I say, old man," he began nervously, "I'd like to ask a favour of you."
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