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"Beautiful!" said Blanche. "What a shame it seems to have had Milton all this time in the library and never to have read him yet! We will have Mornings with Milton, Arnold. He seems long; but we are both young, and we may live to get to the end of him. Do you know dear, now I look at you again, you don't seem to have come back to Windygates in good spirits." "Don't I? I can't account for it."
The panic which had seized him once already in the kitchen-garden at Windygates, under the eyes of the dumb cook, had fastened its hold on him once more. Frightened absolutely frightened of Hester Dethridge! The gate bell rang. Julius had returned with the doctor. Anne gave the key to the girl to let them in.
On the one hand, the problem was not an easy one to solve; on the other, her ladyship was not an easy one to beat. How to send for the landlady at Craig Fernie, without exciting any special suspicion or remark was the question before her. In less than five minutes she had looked back into her memory of current events at Windygates and had solved it.
"Good-afternoon!" he said, and went on his way again by himself. Arnold followed, and stopped him. For a moment the two men looked at each other without a word passing on either side. Arnold spoke first. "You're out of humor, Geoffrey. What has upset you in this way? Have you and Miss Silvester missed each other?" Geoffrey was silent. "Have you seen her since she left Windygates?" No reply.
He just carelessly noticed the shabby little chaise, and then turned off north on his way to Windygates. By the time Arnold was composed enough to look round him, the chaise had taken the curve in the road which wound behind the farmhouse. He returned faithful to the engagement which he had undertaken to his post before the inclosure. The chaise was then a speck in the distance.
It was the fourth day from the day of Lady Lundie's garden-party, and it wanted an hour or more of the time at which the luncheon-bell usually rang. The guests at Windygates were most of them in the garden, enjoying the morning sunshine, after a prevalent mist and rain for some days past.
If she sees no one else I have only to confide my anxieties to her, and I am sure she will see me. You will lend me a carriage, won't you? I'll go to Windygates to-morrow." Julius took his violin off the pi ano. "Don't think me very troublesome," he said coaxingly. "Between this and to-morrow we have nothing to do. And it is such music, if you once get into the swing of it!
"A visitor came to Windygates yesterday, while we were all at lunch," proceeded Sir Patrick. "She " Lady Lundie seized the scarlet memorandum-book, and stopped her brother-in-law, before he could get any further. Her ladyship's next words escaped her lips spasmodically, like words let at intervals out of a trap.
"I hardly understand the anxiety you showed about Delamayn," he said, "when you found that he had only fainted under the fatigue. Was it something more than a common fainting fit?" "It is useless to conceal it now," replied Mr. Speedwell. "He has had a narrow escape from a paralytic stroke." "Was that what you dreaded when you spoke to him at Windygates?"
The same headlong eagerness to reach her end, which had hurried her into questioning Geoffrey before he left Windygates, now drove her, just as recklessly, into taking the management of Bishopriggs out of Sir Patrick's skilled and practiced hands. The starving sisterly love in her hungered for a trace of Anne. Her heart whispered, Risk it! And Blanche risked it on the spot.
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