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It was Nick Trenchard's. "Have we another here of Mr. Wilding's mind?" cried Grey, staring at him. "I am seldom of any other," answered Trenchard. "We shall no' want for hands," Ferguson assured him. "Had ye arrived earlier ye might have seen how readily men enlisted."
But as moments passed and grew to hours and still Richard did not appear, Ruth's fears that he had come to harm were changed to certainty. There was a moment when, but for Diana's remonstrances, she had gone forth in quest of news. Bad news were better than this horror of suspense. What if Wilding's warning should have procured help, and Richard were slain in consequence? Oh, it was unthinkable!
It touched him to the soul, and for a moment he wavered in his purpose. He stood beside her she seated on the old lichened seat and a silence fell between them, during which Mr. Wilding's conscience wrestled with his stronger passion.
The whole machinery which Wilding's death had set in motion, to realise the value of the business the balancing of ledgers, the estimating of debts, the taking of stock, and the rest of it was now transformed into machinery which indicated the chances for and against a speedy marriage.
Andrew Fletcher leaned his elbow on the table and took his brow in his great bony hand. Wilding's words seemed an echo of those he himself had spoken a week or two ago, only to be overruled by Grey, who swayed the Duke more than did any other and that he did not do so of fell purpose, and seeking deliberately to work Monmouth's ruin, no man will ever be able to say with certainty.
The boy thought at first of making terms with Wilding; the idea was old; it had come to him when first he had counted the chances of his sister's marrying. But he found himself hesitating to lay his proposal before Mr. Wilding. And whilst he hesitated Mr. Wilding made obvious headway. Still Richard dared not do it. There was a something in Wilding's eye that cried him danger.
Wilding's face? What followed then? What said Mr. Wilding?" Sir Rowland remembered what Mr. Wilding had said, and bethought him that it were impolitic in him to repeat it. At the same time, not having looked for this cross-questioning, he was all unprepared with any likely answer. He hesitated, until Ruth echoed Diana's question. "Tell us, Sir Rowland," she begged him, "what Mr. Wilding said."
What interested me, perhaps even more than the language question, was the wilding's enterprise in attempting to cultivate the desert. He had already enlarged his estate by the discovery of two ancient Roman wells, and he had no doubt that all that part of the desert lying between the three oases could be brought into cultivation.
With such strong arguments as these, Bert did not find it difficult to quiet his conscience when it troubled him, as it did now and then, and he continued to be a great deal in Dick Wilding's society until something happened which caused him to bitterly regret that he had not heeded the inward monitor, and kept away from the associations his wise mother wished him to avoid. Mrs.
With Lady Horton and Diana she took her way to Saint Mary's Church at noon, and there she found Mr. Wilding very fine in a suit of sky-blue satin, laced with silver awaiting her. And with him was old Lord Gervase Scoresby, his friend and cousin, the very incarnation of benignity and ruddy health. For a wonder Nick Trenchard was not at Mr. Wilding's side.
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