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It really hurt him to think that anyone could plausibly assail his claims in this respect. When he had been a week at Rivenoak, he again wrote to Mrs. Woolstan. Of her failure to answer his last letter, he said nothing. She had of course received the Hollingford Express, with the report of his speech on the 20th. How did she like it? Could she suggest any improvement?
Woolstan, addressing herself as though with keen interest to the son of the family, a high-coloured, large-limbed young man of about Lashmar's age. "That was splendid! But you did better still against East Croydon, didn't you?" "Made my century, there," answered Mr. Barker, jerking out a leg in self-satisfaction. "How conceited you're making him, Mrs.
She knew that he valued her opinion. "Write," he concluded, "as soon as you have leisure. I shall be here, I think, for another week or so. By the bye, I have taken to cycling, and I fancy it will be physically good for me." To this communication, Mrs. Woolstan replied She began with a few formal commendations of his speech.
"But," cried Iris, satisfaction still shining on her face, "do you think there's the least chance that Lord Dymchurch will be caught?" "A week ago, I should have laughed at the suggestion. Now, I don't feel at all sure of his safety. He goes about to meet the girl. He's dining at their hotel to-night." "You take a great interest in it," said Mrs. Woolstan, her voice faltering a little.
When he came down again, you know I'm going to tell you the whole truth, and of course you won't mind it he began talking in a very nasty way he has a nasty way when he likes. 'Look here, Mrs. Woolstan, he said, 'Leonard doesn't seem to me to be doing well at all.
Then, with sweat on his forehead, he stepped up to the next door, and asked if anything was known of Mrs. Woolstan; he learnt only that she had been absent for about ten days; where she was, the servant with whom he spoke could not tell him. Were the other neighbours likely to know? he asked. Encouraged by a bare possibility, he inquired at the house beyond; but in vain. Fate was against him.
Without meaning it, you have decided this question for me; it's time I looked to other things." "I felt that!" exclaimed Mrs. Woolstan, her eyes brightening. "That was what decided me; I see now that it was though perhaps. I hardly understood myself at the time. No more pupils! It is time that your serious career began." Lashmar smiled, nodding in reflective approval.
He went to bed, at length, in such a self-approving frame of mind that no sooner had he laid his head on the pillow than sweet sleep lapped him about, and he knew nothing more till the sunlight shimmered at his window. A letter awaited him at the breakfast table; it had been forwarded from his London address, and he knew at a glance that it came from Mrs. Woolstan, the mother of his pupil.
Woolstan, and said, with the smile of easy comradeship: "I have a great deal to tell you." "I'm so glad!" exclaimed Iris, who had been sinking into a disheartened silence. "I began to fear nothing interesting had happened." "Have patience. Presently." After that, the meal was quickly finished; they passed into the drawing-room, and took comfortable chairs on either side of the hearth.
Woolstan talked on in the highest spirits, exhibiting her intimacy with the Barker household, and her sympathy with their concerns. Lashmar waited for her to question him about Hollingford, to give him an opportunity of revealing his importance; but her thoughts seemed never to turn in that direction.
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