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Woolstan panted and fluttered and regarded Lashmar with eyes of agitated appeal. "If you think I ought to have held out please say just what you think let us be quite frank and comradelike with each other I can write to Mr. Wrybolt." "Tell me plainly," said Dyce, leaning towards her. "What was your reason for giving way at once? You really think, don't you, that it will be better for the boy?"
Woolstan received with some modification of her aloofness; she was very glad; after all, perhaps it had been a wise thing to send Leonard off with little warning; she would only have made herself miserable in the anticipation of parting with him. That, said Mr. Wrybolt, was exactly what he had himself felt. He was quite sure that in a few days Mrs. Woolstan would see that all was for the best.
A womanly woman, the little mistress of the house; and, all things considered, he couldn't be sure that he wasn't glad of it. One more day only before that of the wedding. Dyce had been on the point of asking whether all the business with Wrybolt was satisfactorily settled; but delicacy withheld him.
Of course I told him that Len was doing very well indeed, and that I didn't see the slightest necessity for making a change at all events just yet. Well, yesterday he came, and said he wanted to see the boy. Len was in bed he's in bed still, though his cold's much better and Mr. Wrybolt would go up to his room, and talk to him.
Wrybolt, said Barker, was not a very interesting criminal; the frauds he had perpetrated were not great enough to make his case sensational; but there could be no shadow of doubt that he had turned his trusteeship to the best account. "He has nothing but his skin to pay with," added the young City man, "and I wouldn't give much for that. Don't distress yourself, Mrs.
By early evening they reached Paddington Station, whence they set forth to call upon the person whom Iris mentioned as most likely to be able to inform them concerning Wrybolt. It was the athletic Mr. Barker, who dwelt with his parents at Highgate. An interview with this gentleman, who was caught at dinner, put an end to the faint hopes Lashmar had tried to entertain.
He set off at a great speed towards Dawlish. Iris ran after him, caught his arm, clung to him. "Where are you going? You won't leave me?" "I'm going to London, of course," was his only reply, as he strode on. Running by his side, Iris told with broken breath of the offer of marriage she had received from Wrybolt not long ago.
Well, well, we shall often see each other again, and who knows whether I mayn't be of use to him some day." "What a fine sensibility he has, together with his great intelligence!" was Iris Woolstan's comment in her own heart. And she reproached herself for not having stood out against Wrybolt. As he walked away from the house, Dyce wondered why he had told that lie about the friend at Alverholme.
The next day saw them rambling in sunshine, Lashmar amorous and resigned, Iris flutteringly hopeful. And with such alternations did the holiday go by. When Leonard returned to school, their marriage was fixed for ten days later. Shortly before leaving Eastbourne, Iris had written to Mr. Wrybolt.
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