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"Miss Fountain may I ask do you wish to be sent into Whinthorpe on Sunday morning?" She had fronted him at once. "No, thank you, Mr. Helbeck. I don't go to church I never did with papa." Had she been defiant? He surely had been stiff. "Then, perhaps you would like the pony for your visit? He is quite at your service for the day. Would that suit you?" "Perfectly."
"You don't know as I came near bein champion for the County lasst year no, I'll reckon you don't. Oh! that cup's nowt that's nobbut Whinthorpe sports, lasst December. Maybe there'll be a better there, by-and-by." The young giant grinned, as he took up the cup and pointed with assumed indifference to its inscription. "What football?" said Laura, putting up her hand to hide a yawn. "Oh!
He had been at Whinthorpe all day, on some business in which she was specially interested. The Romney lady was not yet sold. During May and June, Laura had often wondered why she still lingered on the wall. An offer had actually been made so Augustina said. And there was pressing need for the money that it represented that, every sojourner in Bannisdale must know. And yet, there still she hung.
Eagerly, she saw Polly on the platform Polly looking for the pony cart. Was it old Wilson, or Mr. Helbeck? Wilson, of course! And yet yet she knew that Wilson had been away in Whinthorpe on farm business all day. And Mr. Helbeck was careful of the old man. Ah well! there would be something and someone to meet her when she arrived. Her heart knew that. Now they were crossing the estuary.
She did not like to let herself think of what might have been Hubert's relations to women to one or two wild girls about Whinthorpe for instance. But Laura Laura who was so much their social better, whose manners and self-possession awed them both, what smallest harm could ever come to her from any act or word of Hubert's?
"He might leave those things alone!" thought the Jesuit angrily, as he heard Father Bowles giving Mrs. Fountain a gently complacent account of a geological lecture lately delivered in Whinthorpe. "What I always say, you know, my dear lady, is this: you must show me the evidence! After all, you geologists have done much you have dug here and there, it is true.
Helbeck, who would allow nobody to help him in the task. The conversation dragged. Laura and her host talked a little about the country and the weather. Father Bowles and Augustina tried to pick up the dropped threads of thirteen years; and Mrs. Fountain was alternately eager for Whinthorpe gossip, or reduced to an abrupt unhappy silence by some memory of the past.
Helbeck's exertions, which lay half-way between Bannisdale and Whinthorpe. They had not long arrived, and were now waiting for Rosary and Benediction in the chapel before they were admitted to the tea which Mrs. Denton and Augustina had already spread for them in the big hall. At sight of the children Helbeck's face lit up and his step quickened.
Teddy's father and brothers are chapel folk Primitive Methodists they call 'em. They've got a big chapel in Whinthorpe an they raised the whole place on Mr. Helbeck, and one night, coming out of Whinthorpe, he was set on by a lot of fellows, chapel fellows, a bit fresh, you understan'. Father was there he never denied it not he!
He answered, reluctantly, that there was a Diocesan Committee that would take the afternoon, and that the morning must be largely given to the preparation of papers. "But you will come and look in upon me? you will help me through?" She raised her shoulders resentfully. "And you have been, to Whinthorpe already! Why do you go to Mass every morning?" she asked, looking up.
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