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She called here, as I told you, the day before I went down to Rivenoak, and, as we were talking, I happened to mention where I was going. 'Oh then, she said, 'you'll see my friend Mr. Lashmar! 'I told her that Lady Ogram had specially asked me to meet you. Of course it delighted me to hear that you knew each other so well. I have always thought Mrs. Woolstan a very clever little woman.
Woolstan devoted herself to her child, until, when Leonard was nine, she entrusted him to a tutor very highly spoken of by friends of hers, a young Oxford man, capable not only of instructing the boy in the most efficient way, but of training whatever force and originality his character might possess.
He found no encouragement even in the thought of Iris Woolstan. Not only had he deeply offended her by his engagement to Constance Bride, but almost certainly she would hear from her friend Mrs. Toplady the whole truth of his disaster, which put him beyond hope of pardon. He owed her money; with what face, even if she did not know the worst, could he go to her and ask for another loan?
"We can go out, if you like," she said. "And most likely meet those singular friends of yours. Who on earth are they?" "Very nice people," replied Mrs. Woolstan, holding up her head. "They are intolerably vulgar, and you must be aware of it. I felt ashamed to see you among them. What are you doing at a place like this? Why have you shut up your house?"
I must try to rest; another twenty-four hours of this strain, and the results would be serious. In any case, wire to me yes or no. If it is no, I shall say 'so be it, and begin at once to look out for some way of earning bread and cheese. We shall be friends all the same." Mrs. Woolstan was at Eastbourne.
Is it impossible for you to follow a logical train of ideas? I attributed no thought whatever to you. All I said was, that I must take care not to be misunderstood. And I see that I had very good reason; you have a fatal facility in misconceiving even the simplest things." Mrs. Woolstan bridled still more. There was a point of colour on her freckled cheeks, her lower lip showed a tooth's pressure.
Woolstan had some skill in music. Iris's widowhood was of five years' duration. At two and twenty she had married a government-office clerk, a man nearly twice her age, exasperated by routine and lack of advancement; on her part it was a marriage of generosity; she did not love the man, but was touched by his railing against fate, and fancied she might be able to aid his ambitions.
When Leonard left school for his holidays, she meant to go with him to some nice place. "But do tell me what you mean by those dreadful words? And why have you come to see me?" She was her old self, the Iris Woolstan on whom first of all Lashmar had tried his "method," who had so devoutly believed in him and given such substantial proof of her faith.
"So do several people. You'll excuse me, I hope, Mrs. Woolstan. I knew he was a friend of yours, and thought you might perhaps know more about him than we did in the City. I mustn't stay." Iris stared at him as he rose. A vague alarm began to tremble in her mind. "You don't mean that anything's wrong?" she panted. "We'll hope not, but it looks queer." "Oh!" cried Iris. "He has money of mine.
Woolstan, aid which might or not be granted, and in any case would only enable him to go through with the contest at Hollingford, a useless effort if he had nothing henceforth to live upon. As it was, he saw Constance and seventy thousand pounds, with the prosperous little paper-mill to boot.
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