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"To tell you the truth, I was so hoping that you would propose it." "I think," Tavernake said, deliberately, "that there is a place a little way along here." They pushed their way down the Strand and entered a restaurant which Tavernake knew only by name. A small table was found for them and Beatrice looked about with delight. "Isn't this jolly!" she exclaimed, taking off her gloves.
Then, by slow stages, they passed on to a land of great grassy plains, of blue grass, miles and miles of it, and suddenly one day they came to the telegraph posts, rough pine trees unstripped of their bark, with a few sagging wires. Tavernake looked at them as Robinson Crusoe might have looked at Man Friday's footsteps. It was the first sign of human life which they had seen for months.
"I shall be here for to-night, at any rate," he answered. "Very well, then," she said, "afterwards we will have a talk." Tavernake passed through the scattered knot of loiterers at the door and bought a seat for himself in the little music-hall, which, notwithstanding the professor's boast, was none too well filled.
Tavernake assisted her to an easy chair. Then Pritchard came in. "He is quite safe," he announced, "sitting on the edge of the bath playing with a doll." She shivered. "What is he doing with it?" she asked. "Showing me exactly, with a shawl pin, where he meant to have stabbed you," Pritchard answered, drily.
"She'll do now," he announced. Tavernake nodded. He was amazed at his own sense of relief. "I am glad," he declared. The doctor joined them, his black bag in his hand, prepared for departure. He addressed himself to Tavernake as the responsible person. "The young lady will be all right now," he said, "but she may be rather queer for a day or two.
Beatrice has her chance to keep away, and I can tell you it will be a thundering sight better for her if she does." "Well, I don't understand it at all," Tavernake declared. "I hate mysteries." Pritchard set down his empty glass. "Look here," he remarked, "this affair is too serious, after all, for us to talk round like a couple of gossips.
"I don't know who you are and I don't want to know you, and I am not going to talk about Mrs. Gardner, or any other lady of my acquaintance, with strangers. Good-night!" "One moment, please, Mr. Tavernake." Tavernake hesitated. There was something curiously compelling in the other's smooth, distinct voice. "I'd like you to take this card," he said.
The old man Nicholls nodded deliberately. "Well," he pronounced, "it's a big change to make. I never thought of help in the yard before. When there's been more than I could do, I've just let it go. Come for a week on trial, Leonard Tavernake. If we are of any use to one another, we shall soon know of it." The girl, who had been looking out into the night, came back. "You are making a mistake, Mr.
"As to the rest, she told me nothing definite. It is quite clear, however, that she is very anxious to keep away from you." "But her reason?" Elizabeth persisted. "Did she give you no reason?" Tavernake looked her in the face. "She gave me no reason," he said. "Do you believe that she is justified in treating me like this?"
If I could only tell you everything, you would understand at once what a terrible situation, what a hideous quandary I am in." Once more Tavernake paused for a few moments. He was never a quick thinker and the situation was certainly an embarrassing one for him. "Madam," he replied at length, "I beg that you will tell me nothing.
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