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Gilmore,” the admiral said as he was shown in, “it gives me great pleasure to meet so promising a young officer. Will you kindly tell me such details of your early history as may seem fitting to you.” Will gave him a fairly detailed account of his history up to the time he joined the navy.
When the Vicar reached Bullhampton, instead of turning into his own place at once, he drove himself on to the mill. He dropped Gilmore at the gate, but he could not bear that the father and mother should not know immediately, from a source which they would trust, that Sam had been declared innocent of that great offence.
Gilmore had made the offer more than once; but then she knew also that the offer had at any rate not as yet been accepted, and she felt that on Mr. Gilmore's account as well as on Mary's she ought to hold her tongue.
She met the glance of his burning black eyes with undisturbed serenity, but a cruel smile had come again to the corners of her mouth. She was preparing to settle her score with Gilmore in a fashion he would not soon forget.
Gilmore ought to have been unhesitating and certain from the first. She was sure of that now. She had been guilty of an absurdity in supposing that because the man had been in earnest, therefore she had been justified in keeping him in suspense, for his own sake. She had been guilty of an absurdity, and also of great self-conceit.
He wore a suit of greyish brown, of foreign manufacture, and as he rose, seemed about five feet ten inches. His shoulders slightly stooped. His manner was easy and graceful, his voice cultured and charming. "I am glad to see you, gentlemen," he said. "You are very welcome to Richmond." "We thank you, Mr. Davis," Gilmore replied. "Mr. Benjamin tells me that you have asked to see me to "
However, if he is to be the happy man, I will open my heart to him; that is, if he be good. I know this is not nice, but I cannot make it nicer now. God bless you, dearest Mary. Ever your most affectionate friend, The letter was not posted till the hour for despatch on the following day; but, up to that hour, nothing had been seen at the Vicarage of Mr. Gilmore. Mr.
"To get square with you, Marsh, will be worth something, and frankly, I ain't sure that I ever expected to see any of that money, but as long as you stood my friend I was disposed to be easy on you." "I am still your friend." "Just about so-so, but you won't keep Moxlow " "I can't!" "Then I can't see where your friendship comes in." Gilmore quitted his chair. "Wait, Andy!" said Langham hastily.
And now the jewellery had come to her at the parsonage without a word from Gilmore, and was spread out in its pretty cases on the vicarage drawing-room table. Now, if ever, must she say that she could not do as she had promised. "Mary," said Mrs. Fenwick, "you must go up to him to-morrow, and tell him how noble he is." Mary waited, perhaps, for a whole minute before she answered.
"I hope you like this, Marsh; it's the sort of thing I been up against," said Gilmore. By way of answer Langham made a weary gesture. The horror of the situation was now a thing beyond fear. "I'm for sending the drunken loafer to the other side of the continent," said Gilmore. "What's the use of that?" asked Langham dully. "Every use," rejoined Gilmore with fresh confidence.
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