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The doubt led to an immediate communication of the news that Winnington had arrived from town that morning. Dr. France had seen him in the village. "You know him, of course, already?" "Not at all," said Delia, indifferently. "He and I are perfect strangers." Mrs. France laughed. "I rather envy you the pleasure of making friends with him! We are all devoted to him down here."
For Winnington also it was clearly an awkward moment. He began at once to talk of his old recollections of her parents, of her mother's beauty, of her father's reputation as the most dashing soldier on the North-West frontier, in the days when they first met in India. "But his health was even then very poor. I suppose it was that made him leave the army?" "Yes and then Parliament," said Delia.
They referred clearly to her father's will, and her own position. After a moment's thought, Winnington bent forward. "I think I understand what you mean," he said gravely. "And I sympathise with it more than you imagine." Delia looked up impetuously "Then why, Mr. Winnington, did you consent to be my guardian?"
When I've taken you home, I shall go in to our Maumsey man, and get tied up." There was silence. The hedges and fields flew by outside, under the light of the motor, stars overhead, Delia's heart was full of wrath and humiliation. "Mr. Winnington " "Yes!" He sat up, apparently quite revived. "Mr. Winnington for Heaven's sake do give me up!" He looked at her with amused astonishment. "Give you up!
Winnington was accustomed to be listened to, to get round obstacles that other men found insuperable. It was scarcely conceit, but a just self-confidence which suggested to him that perhaps Miss Blanchflower would not prove so difficult after all. Gentleness, diplomacy, decision, by Jove, they'd all be wanted!
And as he spoke, a man jumped upon the waggon, a Latchford doctor, an acquaintance of Winnington's, who said something in his ear. The next moment, a fragment of a bottle, flung from a distance, struck Winnington on the wrist. The blood rushed out, and Delia, suddenly white, looked from it to Winnington's face.
The next moment her hand was in her guardian's, and she realised that he had heard the conversation between herself and Daunt, realised also that she had committed a folly not easily to be explained, either to Winnington or herself, in obeying the impulse which half memory, half vague anxiety, had led her to pay this sudden visit to the house.
The Rector's mind was much disturbed, and he was accordingly more absent and more ineffective than usual. Susy herself, in a white frock, with touches of blue at her waist, and in her shady hat, was moving about with cups of tea, taking that place of Mrs. Matthews's lieutenant, which was always tacitly given her by Winnington and his sister on festal occasions at Bridge End.
It is recorded that George Lyttelton's school exercises "were recommended as models to his schoolfellows." Another Eton friend, Thomas Winnington, made some figure in the Whig political world of the day; he was accredited by Horace Walpole with having an inexhaustible good humour, and "infinitely more wit than any man I ever knew."
"What were the three words," asked Clary, faint and low. "'Yours, Sam Winnington; or else, 'Farewell, Clarissa Gage?" "Yours, Sam Winnington."
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