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No flower-boxes this year broke the plain front of Winton's house, and nothing whatever but its number and the quickened beating of his heart marked it out for Summerhay from any other dwelling. The moment he turned into Jermyn Street, that beating of the heart subsided, and he felt suddenly morose. He entered his club at the top of St. James' Street and passed at once into the least used room.
"You wouldn't want me to go and tell Mr. Darrah how you have betrayed him to Mr. Winton. I had the singular good fortune to overhear you conversation yours and Mr. Winton's, you know; and if Mr. Darrah knew, he would cut you out of his will with very little compunction, don't you think? And, really, you mustn't throw yourself away on that sentimental Tommy of an engineer, Miss Virginia.
Life at Mildenham was lonely, save for Winton's hunting cronies, and they but few, for his spiritual dandyism did not gladly suffer the average country gentleman and his frigid courtesy frightened women. Besides, as Betty had foreseen, tongues did wag those tongues of the countryside, avid of anything that might spice the tedium of dull lives and brains.
Winton's simple comment in the cab on the way home was: "Nice old chap!" At Bury Street, they found Gyp's agitated parlour-maid. Going to do the music-room that morning, she had "found the master sitting on the sofa, holding his head, and groaning awful. He's not been at home, ma'am, since you you went on your visit, so I didn't know what to do.
Stalky's sensitive nose was rubbed along the floor; Beetle received a jolt in the wind that sent him whistling and crowing against the wall; Perowne's forehead was cut, and Malpass came out with an eye that explained itself like a dying rainbow through a whole week. 'Mad! Quite mad! said Stalky, and for the third time wriggled back to Winton's throat.
Those who knew her best said it was a warning to be heeded in Miss Virginia Carteret when her eyes were downcast and her voice sank to its softest cadence. "Why, certainly; how simple!" she said, taking her cousin's arm again; and the secretary went in to set the wires at work in Winton's affair.
"You remember, I gave you a message about it on Thursday? What did they say about it at Winton's?" Julie laid down the newspaper and looked in perplexity at the ball of wool. "I remember you gave me a message," she faltered. "Well, what did they say?" "I suppose that was all they had." Something in the tone struck Lady Henry's quick ears. She raised a suspicious face.
"Tak' your hand off me, you ill-tongued bissam," saya he, "or I'll lay your feet fest for you." "Will you?" says I; an' I gae him a shuve that kowpit him heels-ower-heid ower the tap o' Gairner Winton's ae-wheeled barrow, that was sittin' ahent him.
Theydon was at least sufficiently well versed in the peculiarities of the feminine temperament to know that he would, be safe in answering the last question first. "Yes," he said. "I have seen a good deal of Miss Forbes recently. Have you ever met her?" "She was at the horse show last year with Lady de Winton's party. She's an awfully pretty girl, and will be worth millions, I suppose.
Winton's eyebrows lifted. "So? that is a pretty large contract. Has he men enough to do it?" "Not so many men. But they are sworn-in deputies, with the sheriff of Ute County in command a posse, in fact. So he has the law on his side."
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