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"The young gentleman from next door left it," said Martin. "I did not know you knew any one next door, Rosalind," Mrs. Whittredge remarked questioningly. "I am not very well acquainted, grandmamma," Rosalind answered, seeing suddenly in the handsome face a likeness to the dark portrait; "but I talked to Maurice through the hedge this morning. I remember now, I had my book.
He was vexed, he said, that he should thus seem to "cry quarter" in the controversy again and again, and he resolved that the next time he met West, he would not stop, be they where they might. It so happened that their next meeting was at the head of Acushnet River, three miles above New Bedford, where Whittredge was visiting his patients, and West his parishioners.
To the few who like Genevieve Whittredge found the place dull at any season, the warm days afforded a welcome excuse for flitting. After the final decision in the Gilpin will case Friendship drew a long breath and acquiesced in the inevitable. Arguments and discussion lost their interest, and something like the old peace settled down on the town.
Grandmamma and Aunt Genevieve sat in the hall. "Have you had a pleasant time?" Mrs. Whittredge asked. "A beautiful time, grandmamma. I do like to know people. And Miss Betty I mean Cousin Betty told us about the lost ring and was she my aunt? Patricia? Did you ever see her, grandmamma?" "Yes, a number of times. She visited at our house when I was a child. She died a few years after my marriage.
Whittredge made so much fun. The ring was exhibited, and the whole matter made clear after a while, and Dr. Hollingsworth said he was glad to have figured in any capacity in such an interesting occurrence. "And how in the world did it get in the spinet?" asked Miss Betty. "I believe Cousin Thomas put it there himself, as a practical joke."
The cause of the excitement was of course the Whittredge carriage, but all anybody caught was a fleeting glimpse of a white dress beside Miss Genevieve's black one, and, as luck would have it, Mrs. Graham opened the door just in time to witness the scramble for a view. "Young ladies, you amaze me!
The Gilpin will and her father's testimony to the old man's sanity had added to the trouble, and upon this had come the accusation which, whispered about, had broken the doctor's heart. Harassed by the hard times and the failure of investments, denied a place at the bedside of his friend, he had fallen an easy victim to pneumonia, outliving Judge Whittredge only a few days.
"The ring is found, and is waiting till the magician breaks the spell. You know, Uncle Allan, he has hung it on a nail in his shop, by the door, just as if he were trying really," Rosalind explained. "I think I shall ask to be taken on probation," Mr. Whittredge continued. "What's that?" asked Jack. "On trial. I might not do you credit, you know."
She knew as well as anybody that it must be lonely in the Whittredge house; and so she had thought of the tea party. The interest felt in Patterson Whittredge's daughter was very general. Patterson belonged to those old times when peace had reigned in Friendship. He had been a favorite in the village, and to many it seemed only the other day that he had gone away.
Miss Betty, who adored puzzles and problems of all kinds, was continually adding to her collection, and this evening there was a brand new one, brought from the city only the day before; but even Belle, who was especially good at puzzles, and besides affected not to care about Rosalind Whittredge, could not keep her eyes from the window.
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