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"I've never done much in the farming line," he said briefly, in answer to Crowther's observation. "It's been more of a pastime with me than anything else. It's the same with Piers here. He's only putting in time with it till the constituency falls vacant."
He remained bowed for a while longer, then lifted at length a face of awful whiteness and leaned back upon Crowther's arm, still fast holding to his hand. "You know, you're such an awfully good chap," he said, "that one gets into the way of taking you for granted. But I won't encroach on your goodness much longer. You're busy, what?"
Crowther's visit, which had barely run into forty-eight hours, seemed to have had a disquieting effect upon him. There had developed a curious, new-born mastery in his attitude towards her, which she sometimes found it hard to endure. She missed the chivalry of the early days. She missed the sweetness of his boyish adoration. She did not understand him, but she knew that he was not happy.
There are some stains that never come out though one would give all one had to be rid of them." "Let me go!" said Piers. He was breathing quickly; his eyes gazed fiercely into the elder man's face. He made no violent movement, but his whole body was tensely strung to resist. Crowther's hands tightened upon him. "Not to-night!" he said. "Yes, now!"
Come down to the shore for a breath of air, and I'll tell you all about it!" He linked his arm again in Crowther's, obviously glad to be gone; but when they had left the glittering place behind them, he still talked inconsequently about a thousand things till in his calm fashion Crowther turned him back. "I don't want you to tell me anything personal," he said, "save one thing.
He got up slowly, still looking into the handsome, olive face with its patrician features and arrogant self-confidence. And a cold hand seemed to close upon his heart. "Oh, boy!" he said. Piers frowned upon him, still half-laughing. "What? Are we down-hearted? Buck up, man! Congratulate me! I was one of the first." But congratulation stuck in Crowther's throat.
But, as Crowther knew, in going she accepted the hardest part; and the weeks that she then spent at Rodding Abbey waiting, waiting with a sick anxiety, left upon her a mark which no time could ever erase. When Crowther's message came to her at last, she was almost too crushed to believe. Everything was in readiness, had been in readiness for weeks.
He made as if he would rise, but Crowther restrained him. "No, lad. I'm not parting with you for to-night. We'll send round for your traps. I'll put you up." "What? No, no, you can't! I shall be all right. Don't worry about me!" Piers began to make impulsive resistance, but Crowther's hold only tightened. "I'm not parting with you to-night," he reiterated firmly. "And look here, boy!
Piers was absolutely motionless, but there was a species of violence in his very stillness, as of a trapped animal preparing to make a wild rush for freedom. His attitude was feverishly tense. Suddenly and very quietly Crowther's hand came forth and linked itself in his arm. "What is it, lad?" he said.
"My dear chap," said Piers forcibly, "if you became the biggest blackguard in creation, you would remain my friend." It was regally spoken, but the speaker was plainly so unconscious of arrogance that Crowther's hand came out to him and lay for a moment on his arm. "I gathered that, sonny," he said gently. Piers' eyes flashed sympathy. "And what are you going to do then?
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