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It was a matter which should be cleared up. He said slowly: "Yes, he did. He asked what you said when I told you that he was going to halve it, and he did not seem to like the idea of your seeing him about it." "He'll like my seeing him about it even less than the idea of it," said Mrs. Truslove firmly, and there was a sudden gleam in her wild black eyes. Mr.
Truslove?" he said. "I was Mrs. Truslove," she said, rising and holding out her hand. "But now I am Mrs. Manley. You know my husband. He will be so pleased to see you again. I'm expecting him every minute." Mr. Flexen was for a moment conscious of a slight sensation of vertigo. The mysterious woman was the wife of Herbert Manley!
"I'm damned if she is!" cried Lord Loudwater hastily, in a much less assured tone. Mr. Manley permitted a faint, sceptical smile to wreathe his lips. "What are you grinning at? If you think she'll gain anything by doing that, she won't," said Lord Loudwater, with a blustering truculence. Mr. Manley wondered. Helena Truslove was a lady of considerable force of character.
He shouted to me to tackle Truslove, while he ran up to Matthey Hancock an' butted him in the stomach; an' together we'd heaved the two tom-fools into the shrubbery almost afore his Lordship could believe his eyes. I won't say what had happened to the Vicar, for I don't rightways know. All I can get out o' Sally she's a modest wench is that that he wanted to be a Statoo! . . ."
'There's been a naccydent, says the Missus: 'but thank the Lord the vittles is cold! 'Maybe he've forgot the day, says the Vicar; 'but any way, we'll give en another ha'f-hour's grace an' then set-to, says he, takin' pity on the noises old Truslove was makin' inside his weskit. . . . So said, so done. At two-thirty service bein' fixed for ha'f-after-three they all fell to work.
Mrs. Truslove and Mr. Manley were not the only people to ignore the essential bullness of Lord Loudwater. They went on a few steps in silence; then she said: "Besides, I don't mind his outbursts. I'm used to them." "I don't believe it! You're much too delicate and sensitive!" he cried. "But I am getting used to them," she protested. "You never will.
A few days later he married Helena Truslove at the office of a registrar, and they established themselves in a furnished flat at Clarence Gate, while they furnished a flat of their own. Mr. Manley found himself, under the influence of domesticity, the stimulation of life in London, and the society of the intelligent, writing his new play with all the ease and vigour he had expected. Mr.
"That would be Elizabeth Twitcher's mother. Elizabeth and Hutchings were engaged, and about ten days ago he jilted her," said Mrs. Truslove. "I suppose that when he was in love with her he bragged about these commissions to her and she told her mother." "Her mother has certainly taken it out of him for jilting her daughter. But what an unsavoury place the castle is!" said Mr. Manley.
He suspected that if Lord Loudwater had ever been afraid of a fellow-creature, he must at times have been afraid of Helena Truslove. He fancied that now he was not nearly as fearless as he sounded. He did not say so. His employer was silent, buried in scowling reflection. Mr.
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