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The Bishop dresses in black, detests tobacco, and quotes the Bible like a concordance. North is sent here for a month, as a warming-pan for that ass Meekin. Ergo, the Bishop don't care about North." Jemmy Vetch, who was next to Rex, let the full weight of his portion of tree-trunk rest upon Gabbett, in order to express his unrestrained admiration of Mr. Rex's sarcasm.
"Help me ease him down in the chair, Rex," he called out. Scarcely knowing what he was doing, Reginald took hold of his brother's other arm and between them the two boys got him down gently into a chair that stood near the window. "He isn't dead, is he?" Rex's voice was hardly more than a whisper as he put the awful question.
With a sigh of heartfelt relief, Rex put his arm in the big fellow's at the foot of the steps. Freedom must now be at hand, for Billy's home was in a great apartment building not ten minutes' walk away. The culprit himself seemed to realize that his fling was over. "Raished Cain t'night, didn' we, ol' pal?" he inquired, and squeezed Rex's guiding arm with affection.
"It seems awful to be congratulated now when the old man isn't buried yet, and " "What's that you're saying?" Sydney had hastened forward and laid his hand on Rex's shoulder. Rex colored. Syd looked so very serious, and now, as he stood there in the full glare of daylight, the signs of suffering on his face were plainly apparent.
"Well, you can wait till to-morrow, and go to say goodbye to them at Offendene." Mrs. Gascoigne, who now knew the whole affair, looked steadily at her coffee lest she also should begin to cry, as Anna was doing already. Mr. Gascoigne felt that he was applying a sharp remedy to poor Rex's acute attack, but he believed it to be in the end the kindest.
'It is a very quiet lodging, remarked Rex, drawing forward one of the arm-chairs and then seating himself in the other. 'It is just what I wanted. I do not like noise when I am reading. Greif did not exactly know what to say. To visit a student in his rooms when he had only met him once, was a new experience, and Rex's stony blue eyes seemed to ask the object of his coming.
For once Senator Meiklejohn's scheming had brought him to the edge of the precipice. But the dangerous moment passed. Rex's mother was thinking of other and more immediate matters. Winifred stood silent, scared, with a foreboding of the meaning of this tremendous visit. "Now, I am come to have a quiet chat with you," said Mrs.
She would have stood little chance of being Rex's wife if Daisy Brooks had lived. Who would have dreamed the beautiful, proud young heiress could have cursed the very memory of the young girl whom she believed to be dead lying all uncared for in a neglected, lonely grave? Rex felt sorely disturbed. He never remembered how the remainder of the evening passed.
Is there any sense in being made miserable by the concoctions of other people's hysterical imagination? Greif was silent. He was young enough and simple enough to be shocked by Rex's indifference and unbelief, and yet the man exercised an influence over him which he felt and did not resent.
Bauer's famous deep-cartes were always met by a cut which at once parried the attack and confused the striker. Once or twice Rex's long blade shot out above his adversary's head with tremendous force, but Bauer was tall, quick and accomplished, and the attempt did not succeed. Greif began to feel that the match was by no means an uneven one, and he breathed more freely.
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