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Men see with different eyes in these matters, but in Trenholme's eyes this lady was faultless, and her face and air touched some answering mood of reverence in his heart. It rarely happens, however, that we can linger gazing at the faces which possess for us the most beauty.
"As you are in a way responsible for the old man, perhaps that is your duty," replied Trenholme, secretly thinking that on such roads and under such skies the volatile youth would not go very far. A blast of wind entered the house door as Harkness went out of it, scattering Trenholme's papers, causing his study lamp to flare up suddenly, and almost extinguishing it.
Bates himself was so incongruous an element in Principal Trenholme's house that it became evident he could not be induced to remain there long. Sufficiently intelligent to appreciate thoroughly any tokens of ease or education, he was too proud not to resent them involuntarily as implying inferiority on his own part.
Trenholme said that he was willing to do the work Bates had wanted a man for, at the same wages. "It's rough work for a gentlemany young man like you." Trenholme's face twitched with a peculiar smile. "I can handle an axe. I can learn to fell trees." Trenholme laughed. This reception was slightly different from what he had anticipated.
Trenholme said every one was mad who thought that." "There's a sight of people will tell you you're mad if you're only fervent." The child did not know precisely what "fervent" meant, but she began to doubt Trenholme's positive knowledge on the subject. "Do you believe the end of the world's coming so soon?" "Lor, child! what do I know but the world might go on a good bit after that?
Thither Blue and Red were sent on the evening of Trenholme's picnic. They were dressed in their new frocks, and had been started at the time all the picnic-goers were passing up the road. They walked alone, but they were consigned to Mrs. Bennett's care at the place of assembly. Several carriages full of guests passed them. "I'm growing more shy every moment," said Blue. "So am I," sighed Red.
John Trenholme, who was sketching in the park this morning, asks the favor of a few words." The guardian of the gate disappeared; soon she came out again, and unlocked the gate. "Miss Manning is just leavin' the house," she said. "If you walk up the avenue you'll meet her, sir." Now, it happened that Trenholme's request for an interview reached Sylvia Manning at a peculiar moment.
Extending beyond the wall, the flooring of the house made a little platform outside, and, as the opening of the door illuminated this, a man came quietly across the threshold with clumsy gait. This man was no ghost. What fear of the supernatural had gathered about Trenholme's mind fell off from it instantly in self-scorn.
Under the conditions, when he met Bates, he would probably be told that Jenkins, underkeeper and Territorial lance corporal, had resolved to end the vicious career of a hoodie crow, and had not scrupled to reach the wily robber with a bullet. So Police Constable Farrow took fifteen minutes to cover the ground which Trenholme's longer stride had traversed in ten.
From each door men and boys, sometimes women and children, sallied forth eagerly into the cold night to see what was wanted, and to each inquiry the phlegmatic Turrif repeated Trenholme's tale. Trenholme would have given a good deal to be able fully to understand what was said. There was much conversation.
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