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Withells called the men on his place together and told them that every man who joined would have his wages paid to his wife, and his wife or his mother, as the case might be, could stop on in her cottage. And Mr. Withells became a special constable, with a badge and a truncheon.
Withells, for directly Hugo was able for it, he came with his largest and most comfortable car, driven by his trustworthy chauffeur, to take the invalid for a run right into Wiltshire. He pressed Jan to go too, but she pleaded "things to see to" at home. Hugo had seen practically nothing of Meg. She was fully occupied in keeping the children out of their father's way.
Withells' advice about trains to Cricklade, which lay off the Cheltenham route, even going so far as to note the hours of departure and arrival carefully in a little book. Finally Meg came and disencumbered Miles of the children and bore them away. When her voice took on a certain tone it was as useless to cope with Meg as with Auntie Jan. They knew this, and like wise children gave in gracefully.
Withells, the pretty girl's mamma and a bride and bridegroom fourteen in all. A dangerous number to ask, the Squire had declared; one might so easily have fallen through. No one did, however, and Peter found himself allotted to Lady Penelope, while Jan's fate was the bridegroom. "His wife won't be jealous of Miss Ross, you know," Lady Mary had said while arranging her couples.
"You don't see that wing at all from the drive." "There's plenty of room for nephews and nieces," Mr. Withells said jocularly. "Have you many nephews and nieces?" she asked, turning to look at him, for there was something in the tone of his voice that she could not understand. "Not of my own," he replied, still in that queer, unnatural voice, "but you see my wife might have ... if I was married."
Yet in another moment she was again demanding indignantly, "How dared he!" She went straight to her room when she got in, and, like Mr. Withells, she went and looked at herself in the glass. Unlike Mr. Withells, she saw nothing there to give her any satisfaction.
"Well, then, take him at his word. We can turn the excellent Withells on to Hugo. Let him instruct Hugo in the importance of daily free gymnastics after one's bath and the necessity for windows being left open at the top 'day and night, but especially at night. Let's tell that Peter man to come." Jan shook her head.
Among the neighbours there was none more assiduous in the matter of calls and other friendly manifestations than Mr. Huntly Withells emphasis on the "ells" who lived at Guiting Grange, about a couple of miles from Wren's End. Mr.
Jan turned extremely red and walked rather faster. "Do not misunderstand me, Miss Ross," Mr. Withells continued, looking with real admiration at her downcast, rosy face she must be quite healthy he thought, to look so clean and fresh always "I lay down no hard-and-fast rules. I do not say should my wife desire to kiss me sometimes, that I should ... repulse her." Jan gasped.
Withells had told her husband that he cared only for "spiritual marriage" whatever that might be; and that, as yet, he had met no woman whom he felt would see eye to eye with him on this question. "He doesn't approve of caresses," she added. "Well, who wants to caress him?" Jan asked bluntly. Meg declared there was one thing she could not bear about Mr.
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