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He remarked it distinctly on that evening when he accompanied Amy home from Mrs Yule's; since then he had allowed his pressing occupations to be an excuse for the paucity of his visits.
From what his wife had told him it seemed pretty certain that Marian was disappointed by the abrupt closing of her brief acquaintance with the young man, and Yule's affection for his daughter caused him to feel uneasy in the thought that perhaps he had deprived her of a chance of happiness. His conscience readily took hold of an excuse for justifying the course he had followed.
It was rare for anyone to come along this path, save farm labourers morning and evening. But to-day the afternoon that followed his visit to John Yule's house he saw from a distance that his lounging-place on the wooden bridge was occupied. Someone else had discovered the pleasure there was in watching the sun-flecked sparkle of the water as it flowed over the clean sand and stones.
The explanation of this was that Carter had begun to think there might be a foundation for Mrs Yule's hypothesis that the novelist was not altogether in his sound senses. At first he scouted the idea, but as time went on it seemed to him that Reardon's countenance certainly had a gaunt wildness which suggested disagreeable things.
From the first it was Yule's dread lest Marian should be infected with her mother's faults of speech and behaviour. He would scarcely permit his wife to talk to the child.
'Oh, but you will sell the book. You'll get twenty pounds for it, and that alone would keep you for three months. Think three months of the best part of the year at the seaside! Oh, you will do wonders! The furniture was to be housed at Mrs Yule's. Neither of them durst speak of selling it; that would have sounded too ominous.
Yule's foot was heard on the stairs; he came down slowly, paused in the passage, entered the parlour with his usual grave, cold countenance. Each day Jasper came to inquire of his sisters if they had news from Wattleborough or from Marian Yule. He exhibited no impatience, spoke of the matter in a disinterested tone; still, he came daily. One afternoon he found Dora working alone.
Mrs Rudd that's Mrs Yule's sister what a nice, polite-spoken lady she is, to be sure? If I was to repeat the language but there, I wouldn't lower myself. And I've been a brute of a mistress; I ill-use my servants, and I don't give 'em enough to eat, and I pay 'em worse than any woman in London! That's what I've learnt about myself by going to Perker Street, 'Olloway.
They two made a sorry meal, and afterwards went together into the sitting-room. At eight o'clock they heard the front door open, and Yule's footstep in the passage. Marian rose. 'Don't speak till to-morrow! whispered her mother, catching at the girl's arm. 'Let it be till to-morrow, Marian! 'I must speak! We can't live in this terror.
Colonel Yule's force was in imminent peril, and all that had been obtained was the temporary possession of the two heights, both of which had to be relinquished on the following morning. Beyond showing the Boers how enormously they had underrated the fighting powers of the British troops, no advantage whatever had been gained by the advance beyond Ladysmith.
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