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Laura!" his voice leapt "do I do enough to make you happy?" She flushed turned her little face, and smiled at him but rather sadly, rather pensively. Then she examined him in her turn. He looked jaded and tired. From want of sleep? or merely from the daily fatigue of that long walk, foodless, to Whinthorpe for early Mass? That morning, as usual, by seven o'clock she had seen him crossing the park.
He dwelt on the death and disappearance of some of his earlier colleagues, on the urgent need for a new building in the neighbourhood of the county town, and for the enlargement of the "home" he himself had put up some ten years before, on the Whinthorpe Road.
But Hubert'ull do nowt he can help. Yo can hardly get him to tak' t' peaets i' ter Whinthorpe when t' peaet-cote's brastin wi' 'em. An as fer doin a job o' cartin fer t' neebors, t' horses may be eatin their heads off, Hubert woan't stir hissel'. 'Let 'em lead their aan muck for theirsels' that's what he'll say. Iver sen fadther deed it's bin janglin atwixt mother an Hubert.
And when they were once more settled as audience, the mistress who was by this time fanning herself tempestuously with the Whinthorpe paper launched her last word: "Daffady thoo's naa call to lay doon t' law, on sic matters at aw. Mappen tha'll recolleck t' Bible headstrong as tha art i' thy aan conceit.
This train only makes the main-line connection for Crewe and Rugby no connection Whinthorpe way after 8.20." Laura's limbs seemed to waver beneath her. A step on the platform. She turned and saw Hubert Mason. "You!" Mason thought she would faint. He caught her arm to support her. The porter looked at them curiously, then moved away, smiling to himself.
Mason and Laura were sitting in the garden of Trinity. Up till now, Laura had no very clear idea of what they had been talking about. Mason, it appeared, had been granted three days' holiday by his employers, and had made use of it to come to Cambridge and present a letter of introduction from his old teacher, Castle, the Whinthorpe organist, to a famous Cambridge musician.
All her old notions of Catholics as gay people, who practised a free Sunday and allowed you to enjoy yourself, had been long overthrown by the Catholicism of Bannisdale. But this this might be Daffady's Methodism! "So that is why you would not take us to Whinthorpe the other day to see that London company?" "It was an unsuitable play," he said hastily.
After High Mass on Easter Sunday Helbeck walked home from Whinthorpe alone, as his companion Father Leadham had an engagement in the town. Through the greater part of Holy Week the skies had been as grey and penitential as the season.
But thank God it is not too late! The circumstances of this afternoon were providential. There is still time for me to write to Whinthorpe." He glanced at the clock. "And my lawyers may tear up the contract when they please!" "And that means you will sell the Romney?" said Laura slowly. "I must! Dear little one!" he came to stoop over her "I am most truly grieved.
She was thinking of a luncheon at Whinthorpe, to which she had been taken, sorely against her will, to meet the Bishop. And the Bishop had treated her with a singular and slighting coldness. There was no blinking the fact in the least. Other people had noticed it. Helbeck had been pale with wrath and distress. As far as she could remember, she had laughed and talked a good deal.
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