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Sensitive as all his tribe, and himself both gentle by nature and considerate of others according to his lights, which thoughtlessness might turn down or passion blur, but which burned steadily and brightly in the main, Charles Langholm felt stung to the soul by the last few words, in which Hugh Woodgate noticed nothing amiss.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, dear, but who do you think is here?" Hugh Woodgate turned round in his chair, and his honest ox-eyes filled with open admiration of the wife who was so many years younger than himself, and who had seen in him Heaven knew what!
Rachel made no immediate comment; secretive she might have to be, but to a deliberate pretence she would not stoop. So she did not even say, "Indeed!" but merely, after a pause, "You are something of a botanist yourself, then, Mrs. Woodgate?" For they had been talking of the gardens and of their history as they walked. "I?" laughed Morna. "I only wish I was; but I happen to remember Mr.
"But I am!" exclaimed Steel through his teeth. Rachel's face was a mixture of surprise and incredulity. "How can you know?" she asked coldly. "You were at least a hundred yards away at the time, for I saw you with Morna Woodgate." "And do you think my sight is not good for a hundred yards," retorted Steel, "when you are at the end of them?
Their skirmishers were creeping round too in such a way that the fire was really coming from three separate points, left, centre, and right, and every corner of the position was searched by their bullets. Early in the action the gallant Woodgate and many of his Lancashire men were shot down.
Woodgate exclaimed aloud, what she was thinking to herself, that she would never speak to Mrs. Venables again in all her life, and her husband told her across the table that she had better not.
Venables had been expected for a single moment. It showed the youth of Morna Woodgate that she should harbor a wish to compete with the wealthiest woman in the neighborhood, even in the matter of afternoon tea, and her breeding that no such thought was legible in her clear-cut open-air face. "I have heard nothing about it," said the vicar, in a tone indicative of much honest doubt in the matter.
"No, I should like it; but I have never tried." "I'll teach you!" cried Morna at once. "What fun it will be!" "I should enjoy it, I know. But " The sentence was abandoned as was often the case in the subsequent intercourse between Rachel Steel and Morna Woodgate.
Woodgate left his rendezvous at 9 p.m., but it is doubtful whether he would have reached the summit before daybreak but for Thorneycroft, who was in command of the mounted infantry which bore his name, and who had before nightfall picked out and noted the recognizable objects on the slope.
He turned savagely on his heel, and Marsh went and made sickly mirth at his expense. By this means the matter soon came to the ears of old Mr. Woodgate, the father of that club, and a genial gossip. He got hold of Bassett in the dinner-room and examined him. "So you want an introduction to La Somerset, and Marsh refuses Marsh, hitherto celebrated for his weak head rather than his hard heart?"
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