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The question of removing his patient to a convalescent home at Keswick was raised by Undershaw at the end of the third week from the accident. He demanded to see Melrose one morning, and quietly communicated the fact that he had advised Faversham to transfer himself to Keswick as soon as possible.
"Luxury!" growled Melrose, "useless luxury and expense! that's what every one's after nowadays. A man must be as cossu as a pea in a pod! I'll go and speak to him myself!" And catching up round him the sort of Tennysonian cloak he habitually wore, even in the house and on a summer day, Melrose moved imperiously toward the door. Undershaw stood in his way. "Mr.
For answer, he seized her by the hands, and drew her toward the light. There, for a few intolerable seconds he looked closely, with a kind of savage curiosity, into her face, studying her features, her hair, her light form. Then pushing her from him, he opened that same drawer in the French cabinet that Undershaw had once seen him open, fumbled a little, and took out something that glittered.
"And I hope she'll refuse it!" cried Tatham. "And I believe she will. She's a girl of spirit. She talks of going on the stage. My mother has found out that she's got a voice, and she dances divinely. My mother's actually got a teacher for her from London, whom we put up in the village." "A lovely little girl!" said Undershaw. "And she's getting over her hardships.
But this was not all. The garden door stood open, and outside, as he walked up to it, Undershaw saw a stretch of smooth grass, with groups of trees the survivors of a ragged army encircling it; a blaze of flowers; and beyond the low parapet wall of lichened stone, from which also a dense thicket of yew and laurel had been removed, the winding course of the river, seventy feet below the Tower, showed blue under a clear sky.
Suddenly, a whirring sound from the road on his right, and the flash of moving lamps. He saw that a small motor was approaching, and his mare began to fidget. "Gently, old girl!" The motor approached and slowed at the corner. "Hallo Undershaw! is that you?" The motor stopped and Undershaw jumped out, and turned off his engine. Tatham's horse was pirouetting.
"Yes and a bronze, worth a thousand pounds." "Sensible woman! And where are they now?" Lady Tatham shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, they can't be alive, surely," said Lydia. "Mr. Melrose told Doctor Undershaw that he had no relations in the world, and didn't wish to be troubled with any." Contempt sat on Tatham's ruddy countenance. "Well, as far as we're concerned, he may take it easy.
Undershaw, impassive, was playing with his watch-chain. Lydia radiant and erect, in a dress of gray-blue tweed, a veil of the same tint falling back from the harmonious fairness of her face, had her eyes on Felicia. There was a melting kindness in the eyes as though the maternity deep in the girl's nature spoke.
"I forgot to ask Undershaw," said Tatham. Lydia supplied the information. The name of the young man was Claude Faversham. He seemed to have no relations whatever who could come and nurse him. "Claude Faversham!" Tatham turned upon her with astonishment. "I say! I know a Claude Faversham. I was a term with him at Oxford at least if it's the same man. Tall? dark? good-looking?"
And Melrose'll have to stick it out they say for weeks and weeks the fellow's so badly hurt and " Lydia interrupted him. "What did Doctor Undershaw say of him to-day?" She bent forward across the tea-table, speaking earnestly. Tatham looked at her in surprise. "The report is better. Had you heard about it?" "I must have seen him just before the accident " "Lydia! I never understood," said Mrs.
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