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"What are you waiting for, Mr. Waymark?" she asked sharply. "Till your presence has ceased to distract the boys' attention, Mrs. Tootle," was the straightforward reply. The woman was disconcerted, and, as Waymark preserved his calm silence, she had no alternative but to withdraw, after giving him a look not easily forgotten.
Casti would observe these things, and doubtless would speak of them to Waymark. Thinking in this way, Ida became all eagerness for the new friendship. There was of course the possibility that Harriet would refuse to accept her offered kindness, but it seemed very unlikely, and the disappointment would be so great that she could not bear to dwell on the thought.
"She didn't answer at once, and there was something very queer in her face. All at once she said, 'What has Mr. Waymark told you about me? 'Why, just nothing at all, I said, rather puzzled.
O'Gree laughed when he saw Waymark looking for an explanation. "That's a piece of Weymouth," he remarked. "Mrs. O'Gree comes from the south-west of England," he added, leaning towards Casti. "She's constantly teaching me new and interesting things. Now, if I was to spill the salt here " He put his Ii and on the salt-cellar, as if to do so, but Sally rapped his knuckles with a fork.
Let her beware how she drives the lion to bay!" "Couldn't you get a non-resident mastership?" "I must try, but the pay is so devilish small." "We must talk the matter over." Waymark had a good deal of frank talk with himself before meeting Ida again on the Sunday. Such conversation was, as we know, habitual.
Waymark had risen from his low chair, and stood with his back to the fire. His eyes had a new life, and he spoke in a strong, emphatic way which suited well with his countenance. "You know what it is to have to do exclusively with fools and brutes, to rave under the vile restraints of Philistine surroundings?
On the following Monday morning, the post brought two letters for him, both addressed in female hand, one bearing a city, the other a country, post-mark. Waymark smiled as he compared the two envelopes, on one of which his name stood in firm, upright characters, on the other in slender, sloping, delicate writing.
Woodstock had quite special reasons for wishing to see his agent before the following morning; he desired to assure himself once more that Waymark would not fail to be at the prison punctually. When the afternoon passed without the usual visit, he grew uneasy; he was incapable of attending to matters of business, and walked up and down his office with impatient step.
Abraham spoke first with several people whom he had already questioned about Waymark, but they had heard nothing since. "Are you strong enough for this?" he asked Ida. "Hadn't you better go back to the cab and wait for me!" "Don't ask me to do that!" she entreated earnestly. "I must be active. I have strength now for anything." Just as she spoke, Mr.
Waymark, uneasily watching his companion's every movement, rose as soon as she gave sign of weariness, and Ida did not seek to detain him. "I shall think much of you," he said. "The less the better," was Ida's reply. For his comfort, yes, Waymark thought, as he walked homewards. Ida had already a dangerous hold upon him; she possessed his senses, and set him on fire with passionate imaginings.
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