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'By all means, was Mrs. Baxendale's reply. 'The more so that we have politicians again, and I fear you would not be in the mood to make fun of them as you did the other night. 'Make fun of them? No, I was in earnest. I got interested in their subjects, and found I had more to say than I thought. 'Well, well; that is your politeness. Now lie down again, poor boy.
Patty and the governess were seated within. Beatrice entered, and took a scat with them. 'Is your memory as good as my own, Miss Hood? she said pleasantly. 'Do you remember our meeting four years ago? The other regarded her with quiet surprise, and said she had no recollection of the meeting. 'Not at Mr. Baxendale's, my uncle's, one day that you lunched with us when I was staying there?
Beatrice drew a deep breath, rose slowly, and slowly went from the room. A cab took her to Mrs. Baxendale's. That lady was at home and alone, reading in fact; she closed her book as Beatrice entered, and a placid smile accompanied her observation of her niece's magnificence. 'I was coming to make inquiries, she said. 'Mrs. Birks gave me a disturbing account of you yesterday.
Baxendale's first making acquaintance with his aunt that dated the beginning of new reflections In Wilfrid. One or other of these ladies of course it was managed so delicately that he really could not have determined to which of them he owed the impulse succeeded in suggesting to him that he had missed certain obvious meanings in Beatrice's behaviour whilst he resided with her at Dunfield.
Baxendale's investments were all right. He liked a pleasant object for a walk, so at least once a week he made a point of fetching his passbook from the bank. One day Freddy Catchpole met him just as he was coming out, and he said he was awfully upset about his quarter's balance, which had never been so low before.
Baxendale's countenance was grave enough to suit the sad thoughts with which she sought to commune, yet showed an under-smile, suggesting the consolation held in store by one much at home in the world's sorrows.
He seemed to be impressed especially by old Sir Robert and Jack Barnard, his wife's uncle and brother. Whatever Jack did interested Baxendale, and whatever he said Baxendale repeated in confidence to most of his acquaintances. Of course Jack is a romancer, but Baxendale never knows whether to believe him or not, and Jack, being aware of this, concocts imposing fairy tales for Baxendale's benefit.
Baxendale was full of good-natured regrets that his visit could not be prolonged till the time of the election now very near. 'When your constituents have sent you to Westminster, said Wilfrid, 'I hope you will come and report to me the details of the fight? So he covered his retreat and retrieved in Mrs. Baxendale's eyes his weakness of the morning.
For five minutes she remained seated, calming herself and determining what course to take. She held it for certain that Wilfrid had come at Mrs. Baxendale's bidding. But would he go to that house first, or straight to her own? With the latter purpose he would probably have left the train at Pendal. She would have time to get home before he could come.
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