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Martin greeted her with a smile, but hardly tried to appear at ease. 'I am obliged to speak to you, were his first words. 'The letter you had yesterday was from Mr. Peak? 'Yes, father. 'Is he' Mr. Warricombe hesitated 'in these parts again? 'No; in Lancashire.
Happily, he had but to take leave of the Warricombe household, and rush into some region where he was unknown. Years hence, he would relate the story to Earwaker. For a long time he suffered the torments of this awakening. Shame buffeted him on the right cheek and the left; he looked about like one who slinks from merited chastisement. Oh, thrice ignoble varlet!
But I felt sure that Mr. Warricombe meant to speak to you about it. 'Yes, he did. 'But did he tell you the exact truth? Or were you led to suppose that I had broken my promise to you? Unwilling to introduce any mention of Sidwell, Peak preferred to simplify the story by attributing to Buckland all the information he had gathered.
The frequency of these dialogues was observed by Mrs Warricombe, and one evening she broached the subject to her daughter rather abruptly. 'I am surprised that you have taken such a liking to Mr. Walsh.
Mrs Warricombe remained invisible, and Sidwell went back to the library, where she sat with The Critical open before her at Godwin's essay. Hours went by; she still waited for an answer from Longbrook Street. At six o'clock she went upstairs and spoke to her mother. 'Shall you come down to dinner? 'No, Sidwell, was the cold reply. 'Be so good as to excuse me.
Mr Gale was distinguished by a blunter mode of speech; he discoursed with open-air vigour, making use now and then of a racy colloquialism which the other would hardly have permitted himself. As young Warricombe had foreseen, the seats obtainable were none too advantageous; only on one of the highest rows of the amphitheatre could they at length establish themselves.
Impossible, you see, for me to keep silence with so intimate a friend. 'Then Mr. Earwaker will write to him? said Marcella, reflectively. 'I couldn't give him any address. 'How does Mr. Warricombe seem to regard Mr. Peak? 'With a good deal of interest, and of the friendliest kind. Naturally enough; they were College friends, as you know, before I had heard of Peak's existence.
'Emma was going to take tea to the study, but I thought it unnecessary. How could he know that we were here? 'I met him this morning on my way into the town. 'Surely it was rather inconsiderate of him to call. 'He asked if he might. Mrs. Warricombe turned her head and examined Sidwell. 'Oh! And did he stay long? 'Not very long, replied Sidwell, who was in quiet good-humour.
The nearest, he could perceive without regarding her, was Sidwell's friend; the other two, on whom he did not yet venture to cast a glance, sat or rather had just risen in a dim background. As he shook hands with Sylvia, they drew nearer; one of them was a man, and, as his voice at once declared, no other than Buckland Warricombe.
Between the acts I was talking to Hunter, when a man came up to us, spoke to Hunter, and was introduced to me a Mr Warricombe. What do you think he said? "I believe you know my friend Peak, Mr. Moxey?" "Peak? To be sure! Can you tell me what has become of him?" He gave me an odd look. "Why, I met him last, some two months ago, in Devonshire."
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