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Updated: June 26, 2025
Janie took Mina Zabriska out driving in the highest dog-cart on the countryside: they would go along the road by the river, and get out perhaps for a wander by the Pool, or even drive higher up the valley and demand tea from Bob Broadley at his pleasant little place half farm, half manor-house at Mingham, three miles above the Pool.
"Until he settles and makes a home for himself," smiled Mina irrepressibly; the rejuvenescence nay, the unbroken youth of her relative appeared to her quaintly humorous, and it was her fancy to refer to him as she might to a younger brother. There was Mr Iver to be said good-by to. "Come again soon you're always welcome; you wake us up, Madame Zabriska." "You promised to say Mina!"
I used to go there with Mina Zabriska." She smiled in retrospect; it would have been pardonable if Neeld had smiled too. "I haven't seen her for ever so long," Janie added, "but she'll be at Blent to-night." Ah, if he might give just the barest hint to Mina now! "Bob isn't particularly fond of her, you see, so we don't meet much now. He thinks she's rather spiteful."
No fresh whispers of danger had come to Harry Tristram's ears. He knew nothing of Neeld and could not think of that quiet old gentleman as a possible menace to his secret. He trusted Mina Zabriska and relied on the influence which he had proved himself to possess over her. He did not believe that Duplay would stick to his game, and was not afraid of him if he did.
He frowned for a moment; it was odd not to be able to ask people there, just too as he was awaking to the number of people there were in the world worth asking. "There never was anybody in the world like her, and there never will be," Lady Evenswood went on. "I used to think that; but I was wrong." The smile that Mina Zabriska knew came on his face. "You were wrong? Who's like her then?"
This young lady is very interested in Harry Tristram and his affair. Come now, you remember about it! Madame Zabriska, this is Mr Disney." "Mr Disney!" The Imp gasped. "You mean ?" The other two smiled. Mr Disney scowled a little. Obviously he had hoped to find his relative alone.
With much decision she requested a lift, got in, and told him all about how Harry had escorted Cecily and Madame Zabriska from Fillingford that morning. The milkman had told the butcher, the butcher had told the postman, the postman had told her, and well, she had mentioned it to Mrs Trumbler. Mrs Trumbler was at Fairholme now. "Mr Tristram had been staying with you, of course?
Considerations of propriety fell into the background. "But what's it all about?" she cried. "I'll leave Cecily to tell you." He was quiet now, but with a vicious quietness. "I've been explaining that I have a preference for being left alone. Perhaps it may not be superfluous to mention the fact to you too, Madame Zabriska. My cab's waiting. Good-night."
Others again, the Major notably, strove after importance by airs of previous knowledge and hints of undisclosed details. None of them could compete with Mina Zabriska. To her alone the doors of Blent were open; she held exclusive right of access to its hidden mistress. The fact caused unmeasured indignation, the reason excited unresting curiosity.
She nodded her head slightly toward the window, the window that looked down to the valley and gave a view of the house where Lady Tristram lay. Mina was keenly excited now. Had the Journal told Neeld anything? Was that the meaning of his asterisks? "There was something about his visit to Heidelberg, but it contained nothing of public interest, Madame Zabriska, and in my discretion I omitted it."
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