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When they went on to the fourth movement, and while she listened, giving her mind to the music, Mrs. Forrester's disintegration slowly recomposed itself. It was not only that the music was heavenly and that they played so well. She liked these people; they were the sort of people she had always liked. She forgot Herr Franz's uncouth and mountainous aspect.
A short time before the smart young Cavalier, now only Fred Forrester's prisoner nothing more. As they rode onward the men commented upon the change aloud; but not half so intently as did Fred Forrester in silence.
Trees overhanging, and high walls on either side, and the change from the bright moonlight, made it so dark just as you approached the inn that Guy scarcely saw a white figure crouching down a few paces from the door till he was close upon it. He threw his arm round Isabel Forrester's waist before she could pass him. Half his task was done; there was nothing to break to her now.
"I've advised you over 'n' over again to steer clear of the old woman; but there's no law agen a man courtin' his own wife, even if she don't give 'im much encouragement." The old man put on his hat, and shuffled uneasily toward the house. Lysander stopped his work, and looked after him with a whimsical, irreverent grimace. "You're a nice old customer, you are; an' Forrester's 'nother.
Robin and Tony made but a brief stay in the water the former curtailing the proceedings because he very much preferred the idea of keeping Mrs. Hilyard company where she sat in a fold of the rocks. Meanwhile Ann's gaze was riveted enviously on Forrester's sleek red head as it appeared and disappeared with the rise and fall of the swelling sea.
He knew the whole story now, had heard it that morning from Forrester's lips, so perhaps it was not altogether without intention that presently he said quietly: "My dear child, there is ... Mr. Digby!" Faith flushed scarlet from her throat to her hair.
He tried the door tentatively, found it unlocked, opened it a little way, saw that the room within was lighted and suddenly, with a low, startled exclamation, stepped swiftly forward over the threshold, and closed the door behind him. It was Forrester's room, this one here at the right of the corridor his recollection had not been at fault.
Seeing them armed as on the previous day, he was apprehensive of some new evil; and as he approached the several stray groups, made known his apprehensions to his companion in strong language. He was not altogether assured of Forrester's own compunction, and the appearance of those around almost persuaded him to doubt his sincerity.
An official examination of the room had been made by the local constabulary, as upon the occasion of Nurse Forrester's death; but it was a perfunctory matter, and those responsible for it understood that special attention would presently be paid to the problem by the supreme authority.
"Father!" cried Scarlett, in anguished tones. "It is not fair to you to keep you shut up in this dreadful place. Let us give up, and No, you can leave me safely in Fred Forrester's hands. He will not hinder your escape." "No, father," said Scarlett, sadly, "he will not." "What do you mean, my boy?" "You know, father."
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