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Then Faversham described his accident, and spoke warmly of Undershaw, an occupation in which Tatham heartily joined. "I owe my life to him," said Faversham; adding with sudden sharpness, "I suppose I must count it an advantage!" "That would be the common way of looking at it!" laughed Tatham. "What are you doing just now?" "Nothing in particular.
At the same time, his temperament was cautious; he was no green youngster; and he could not but ask himself, given Melrose's character and reputation, what ulterior motive there might be behind a generosity so eccentric. Meanwhile Melrose, in high spirits, and full of complaisance, now that the hated Undershaw had departed, walked up and down as usual, talking and smoking.
They turned and walked on silently toward the lower gate of Duddon. "What's he going to do about the money?" said Undershaw abruptly. Boden turned upon him, almost with rage. "For heaven's sake, give him time! it's positively indecent to rush a man who's gone through what that man's gone through!" Faversham pursued his way toward the swelling upland which looks south over St.
Then gradually, day by day, he came to understand the externals, at any rate, of the situation. Undershaw gave him a guarded, though still graphic, account of how, as unconscious as the dead Cid strapped on his warhorse, he and his bodyguard had stormed the Tower. The jests of the nurse, as to the practical difficulties of living in such a house, enlightened him further. Melrose, it appeared, lived like a peasant, and spent like a peasant. They brought him tales of the locked rooms, of the passages huddled and obstructed with bric-
"'Fierce work it were to do again!" said Faversham, in a quotation recognized by Undershaw, who generally went to bed with a scientific book on one side of him, and a volume of modern poets on the other. Faversham was now radiant. He stood with his arm round Lydia. Victoria had her hand. Meanwhile in the Italian garden and through the yew hedges, Daphne fled, and Apollo pursued.
"I'm so busy with a big view of the river and Threlfall." "Threlfall? Oh, do you know mother! do you know what's been happening at Threlfall. Undershaw told me. The most marvellous thing!" He turned to Mrs. Penfold. "You've heard the stories they tell about here of old Melrose?" Lydia laughed softly. "Mother collects them!" Mrs.
Dixon followed, lamenting and protesting, but in vain. "Hold your tongue, man!" said Undershaw at last, losing his temper. "You disgrace your master. It would be a public scandal to refuse to help a man in this plight! If we get him alive through to-night, it will be a mercy. I believe the cart's been over him somewhere!" he added, with a frowning brow.
"Your mother did not tell me much. They were troubled about Mrs. Melrose, I think, and Undershaw was coming. The poor little girl turned very white no tears but she was clinging to your mother." Tatham's face softened, but he said nothing. The road to Threlfall presented itself, and he turned his horse toward it. "And Miss Penfold?" said Boden, quietly. "You arrived before the newspapers? Good.
Occasional gossip of this, or a more damaging kind, enlivened convalescence. Undershaw and the nurses had no motives for reticence. Melrose treated them uncivilly throughout; and Undershaw knew very well that he should never be forgiven the forcing of the house.
But the mother " He shook his head. "You think she's in a bad way?" "Send her back to Italy as soon as you can. She's pining for her own people. Life's been a bit too hard for her, and she never was but a poor thing. Well, I must go." Tatham stayed his horse. Undershaw, added as though by an afterthought: "I was at Green Cottage this morning. Mrs.
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