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Updated: June 22, 2025
Mr. Fentolin passed the rope through the front of his carriage and was drawn up. From his bed Mr. Dunster watched them go. It was hard to tell whether he was relieved or disappointed. "Who has been in here?" Mr. Fentolin demanded, as he looked around the place. There was no reply. A grey twilight was struggling now through the high, dust-covered windows.
Then it was obvious that there was something between those two, some memory or some living thing, seldom, if ever, to be spoken of, and yet always present. The boy began to tremble. "You're a little overwrought, Gerald," Mr. Fentolin declared. "Sit quietly in my easy-chair for a few moments. Walt until I have examined Mr. Dunster's belongings. Ah! Meekins has been prompt, indeed."
Of course she has gone out to lunch. She has gone out to Lady Saxthorpe's. I remember the subject being discussed. I myself, in fact, was the instigator of her going. I owe you a thousand apologies, Mr. Hamel. Let me make what amends are possible for your useless journey. Dine with us to-night." "You are very kind." "A poor amends," Mr. Fentolin continued. "A morning like this was made for lovers.
"Let us, at any rate, free ourselves from the reproach of ingratitude so far as regards my grandfather Gerald Fentolin to whom I believe we are indebted for this wine. We will drink " Mr. Fentolin broke off in the middle of his sentence. The august calm of the great house had been suddenly broken.
"You are really very kind," he began hesitatingly . "It is settled," Mr. Fentolin interrupted, "settled. Meekins, you can ride back again. I shall not paint to-day. Mr. Hamel, you will walk by my side, will you not? I can run my little machine quite slowly. You see, I have an electric battery. It needs charging often, but I have a dynamo of my own.
My sister-in-law is also, I regret to say, indisposed. She desired me to present her excuses to you and say how greatly she is looking forward to making your acquaintance during the next few days." Hamel bowed. "It is very kind of Mrs. Fentolin," he murmured. "On these occasions," Mr. Fentolin continued, "we do not make use of a drawing-room. My niece will come in here presently.
Fentolin as one looks at some horrible vision. Mr. Fentolin smiled pleasantly. "Now you are looking more like your old self, my dear Mr. Dunster," he remarked. "I don't think that I need repeat what I said when I first came, need I? You have just to utter that one word, and your little visit to us will be at an end." The man looked around at all of them. He raised himself a little on his elbow.
"In any case, it will be just the few days' holiday I was looking forward to." Kinsley helped himself to whisky and soda and turned towards his friend. "Here's luck to you, Dick! Take care of yourself. All sorts of things may happen, you know. Old man Fentolin may take a fancy to you and tell you secrets that any statesman in Europe would be glad to hear.
"I haven't made up my mind yet, sir," the boy replied. Mr. Fentolin sighed. "Always that lack of initiative," he remarked. "A lack of initiative is one of your worst faults, I am afraid, dear Gerald." The boy looked up quickly. For a moment it seemed as though he were about to make a fierce reply. He met Mr. Fentolin's steady gaze, however, and the words died away upon his lips.
It is true that by holding me up and obstructing my message, you may bring about the evil you seek, but unless that word is cabled back to New York, and my senders believe that my message has been delivered, there can be no certainty. What has been trusted to me as the safest means of transmission, might, in an emergency, be committed to a cable." "Excellent reasoning," Fentolin agreed.
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