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He talked to Clockborough in short only less beguilingly than Frank Saltram talked to HIS electors; with the difference to our credit, however, that we had already voted and that our candidate had no antagonist but himself. He had more than once been at Wimbledon it was Mrs. Mulville's work not mine and by the time the claret was served had seen the god descend.
The place in which the old man lives is poor enough, and he has carefully abstained from any hint as to what he might leave his granddaughter. Whatever it is, Marian ought to have it; and there is very little chance of that, unless she comes forward in response to Mr. Nowell's advertisements." "It is a pity she should lose the chance of this inheritance, certainly," said Mr. Saltram.
Saltram if so be as he shouldn't get better himself, which the Lord forbid to take my trouble into consideration, bein' as he were always a free-handed gentleman, though not rich." "Your services will not be forgotten, Mrs. Pratt, depend upon it. Perhaps I'd better give you a couple of sovereigns on account: that'll make matters straight for the present."
I tried to focus the many-buttoned page, in the daily airing, as he perhaps even pushed the Bath-chair over somebody's toes. I was destined to hear, none the less, through Mrs. Saltram who, I afterwards learned, was in correspondence with Lady Coxon's housekeeper that Gravener was known to have spoken of the habitation I had in my eye as the pleasantest thing at Clockborough.
Pratt's account of him; and these things will tell, sir; sooner or later they have their effect." "Then you apprehend danger?" "Well, yes; I dare not tell you that there is an absence of danger. Mr. Saltram has a fine constitution, a noble frame; but the strain is a severe one, especially upon the mind." "You spoke just now of over-work as a cause for this mental disturbance.
Fenton told himself at one moment that this was impossible, his thoughts travelled back to the same point immediately afterwards, and the image of John Saltram arose before him as that of his hidden foe. He remembered the long autumn days which he and his friend had spent with Marian those unclouded utterly happy days, which he looked back upon now with a kind of wonder.
No more was said about Marian, or Gilbert's plans for the future. In his own mind that one subject reigned supreme, shutting out every other thought; but h did not want to make himself a nuisance to John Saltram, and he knew that there are bounds to the endurance of which friendship is capable.
"I will see John Saltram to-day, and there shall be an explanation between us. I will be his dupe and fool no longer. I will get at the truth somehow." Gilbert Fenton said very little more to the lawyer, who seemed by no means sorry to get rid of him. But at the door of the office he paused. "You did not tell me the names of the executors to Jacob Nowell's will," he said.
Fenton?" "My own experience inclines me to agree with you, Mrs. Branston," Gilbert answered, smiling at the little woman's naïveté. "Your own experience has been unfortunate, then? I wish I were worthy of your confidence. Mr. Saltram told me some time ago that you were engaged to a very charming young lady." "The young lady in question has jilted me." "Indeed!
The house in which he lived had the aspect of a place in which money has been made and hoarded day by day through long dull years. It was not until the end of October that John Saltram made his appearance at his old friend's lodgings. He had just come up from the country, and was looking his best brighter and younger than Gilbert had seen him look for a long time.
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