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She was determined however to help him if she could, and she put him through a number of questions. The girl then was as handsome as she promised to be? A beauty, said Winnington and of the heroic or poetic type. And the Fury?
They went to look at it, leaving Delia in the corridor. "Not very secure, is it?" said Winnington, pointing to the glazed upper half of the door "anyone might get in there." "I've told Sir Wilfrid, Sir, and sent him the measurements. There's to be an iron shutter." "H'm that may take time. Why not put up something temporary? cross-bars of some sort?" They came back towards Delia, discussing it.
I hate all this interference with people's lives! And it's always the women who come worst off. 'Oh Mr. Frost, he never pays no attention to us women. He claps 'is 'ands to his ears when he sees one of us, and jest runs for it. Well, I'll make Mr. Frost listen to a woman!" "I'm afraid Mr. Winnington is his master," said Gertrude quietly. Delia, crimson again, shrugged her shoulders.
The Jacobite's Journal appeared at a moment when public opinion, and public gossip also, seem to have been immersed in the question whether a notorious pamphlet purporting to have been found among the papers of a late Minister, Mr. Thomas Winnington, were genuine or a libel.
She said abruptly "I want to speak to you please, Mr. Winnington. May we shut the door?" Winnington shut the door of his sister's room, and returned to his guest. Delia had turned very white. "I hear Mr. Winnington you have reversed an order I wrote to our agent about one of the cottages. May I know your reasons?"
They both laughed. But her laugh was a sound of agitation, and in the close contact of the motor he was aware of her quick breathing. "Well, it's true he never answers a letter," said Winnington. "But I suppose he's ill." "He's been a malade imaginaire all his life, and he isn't going to begin to put himself out for anybody now!" she said, scornfully. "Your aunt, Miss Blanchflower?"
She felt herself for a moment and for the first time young and ignorant, and that Winnington was ready to be in the true and not merely in the legal sense, her "guardian," if she would only let him. But the moment of weakening was soon over. Her mind chafed and twisted. Why had he undertaken it a complete stranger to her! It was most embarrassing detestable for them both!
But he kept cool, or rather the natural faculty which had given him so much authority and success in life rose with a kind of zest to its new and unaccustomed task. "May I perhaps suggest that your father was fifty-two when he succeeded to this estate and that you are twenty-one?" "Nearly twenty-two," she interrupted, hastily. "Nearly twenty-two," repeated Winnington.
She scarcely spoke to Winnington, except to ask him for news, or to thank him, when every evening, owing to a personal knowledge of the Home Secretary, he was able to bring her the very latest news of what was happening in prison. Gertrude had refused food; forcible feeding would very soon have to be abandoned; and her release, on the ground of danger to life, might have to be granted.
Winnington, but I can't help putting it to myself like this Papa was always able to contrive his own life as he chose. In his Governorship he was a small king. He tried a good many experiments. Everybody deferred to him. Everybody was glad to help him. Then when his money came and the estate, nobody fettered him with conditions; nobody interfered with him.
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