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Do you know Wakeham is going to motor up? He is to meet his father there. He asked me to go with him," and as he spoke Larry glanced at her face. "That would be splendid for you, Larry," she said, "but you couldn't leave them at home with all the work going on, could you?" "No," said Larry gloomily, "I do not suppose I could. But I think you might have let me say that."
Wakeham appeared and called Larry to him. "Come in, boy, and hear the news," he said. Larry went in and found Dean in the full tide of a torrential outpouring of passionate and enthusiastic, at times incoherent, tales of the Canadians, of their spirit, of their sacrifice and devotion in their hour of tragedy. "Go on, Dean," said Raeder, who was listening with face and eyes aglow. "Go on?
Say," he continued with a shyness not usual with him, "would you mind introducing me to the party?" "Come along," said Larry. The introduction, however, was performed by Jane, who apparently considered Mr. Wakeham as being under her protection. "Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, this is Mr. Wakeham. Mr. Wakeham is from Chicago, but," she hastened to add, "he knows some friends of ours in Winnipeg."
"Oh, yes, I remember. I had quite forgotten it. Poor thing, how terrible it was! Didn't they get the murderer? It seems to me they caught him." "You will excuse us, Mrs. Wakeham," said Professor Schaefer, approaching her. "We deeply regret leaving this pleasant party and your hospitable home, but it is imperative that we go." "But, my dear Professor Schaefer, to-night?" exclaimed Mrs. Wakeham.
Nora rushed to the door, saying, "That's Mrs. Waring-Gaunt." But she returned hastily with heightened colour. "Larry," she said, "it's that Mr. Wakeham." "Wakeham," cried Larry. "What's got him up so early, I wonder?" with a swift look at Jane. "I wonder," said Nora, giving Jane a little dig.
These measured strokes have worked away the creek where the Biscay hooker was moored. To find any vestige of the little anchorage, now destroyed, the eastern side of the peninsula should be searched, towards the point beyond Folly Pier and Dirdle Pier, beyond Wakeham even, between the place called Church Hope and the place called Southwell.
The subject was not mentioned again. When an agent for these wicked men in Spain, he related, he had been admitted into the presence of Don John, and had seen him counting out large sums of money, with which he intended to reward Sir George Wakeham when he had poisoned the king. Hearing this, his majesty inquired what kind of person Don John was.
He stood looking at the closed door, struggling against an almost irresistible impulse to return and take her in his arms. Did he not love her? What other was this that filled his heart? Could he honestly say, "Jane, I want you for my wife"? He could not. Miserable and cursing himself he went his way. Mr. Dean Wakeham was always glad to have a decent excuse to run up to the Lakeside Farm.
Before his look Nora's saucy eyes fell and for some unaccountable reason her usually ready speech forsook her. Mr. Wakeham fell into easy conversation with Mr. Gwynne and Dr. Brown concerning mining matters, in which he was especially interested. He had spent an hour about the Manor Mine and there he had heard a good deal about Mr.
"Yes, indeed, you may be quite sure of that," replied Jane, smiling brightly back at him as she left the room with Nora. "What a pity she is so plain," said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt when she had returned from seeing Jane on her way with Nora and Mr. Wakeham. "My dear Sybil, you waste your pity," said her brother. "That young lady is so attractive that one forgets whether she is plain or not.
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