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Aurora Googe watched him out of sight, then turned to her work, the flush still upon her cheeks. Champney leaned on the gate of the paddock at Champ-au-Haut and looked about him. The estate at The Bow had been familiar to him throughout his childhood and boyhood. He had been over every foot of it, and at all seasons, with his Uncle Louis.
Her secret was to be kept. During those two weeks of misery and suspense for all who loved Champney Googe, Octavius Buzzby was making up his mind on a certain subject. Now that it was fully made up, his knock on the library door sounded more like a challenge than a plea for admittance. "Come in, Octavius." Mrs. Champney was writing. She pushed aside the pad and, moving her chair, faced him.
Van Ostend's plan over and over in his mind, viewing it from all sides. It was not what he wanted, but it might lead to that. His eyes were on the rough ground beneath him, his thoughts busy with the pending decision, when he was taken out of himself by hearing an unexpected voice in his vicinity. "Good morning, Mr. Googe. Am I poaching on your preserve?" Champney recognized the voice at once.
I ain't saying he don't appreciate the good money does, for he's told me so; but for himself well, sir, I think you know what I mean: he's through with what is just money. He's a man, is Champney Googe, and he's living his life in a way that makes the almighty dollar look pretty small in comparison with it Father Honoré, you know this as well as I do."
Jim said that was tough; he says it's back-breakin' work; that quarryin' an' cuttin' ain't nothin' to that ten hours a day, too. My heart's like to break for Mrs. Googe. I think of it ivery time I see her now; an' just look how she's workin' her fingers to the bone to support herself widout help! Mrs.
The two continued to look into each other's eyes, and something, it could hardly be called inimical, rather an aloofness from the tie of blood, was visible to each in the other's steadfast gaze. Aurora Googe shivered. Her eyes fell before the younger ones. "Don't Champney! Don't let's get upon this subject again; I can't bear it." "But, mother," he protested, "you mentioned it first."
"Help me up stairs, Aileen," the old woman was in command as usual, "give me my cane, Ann; don't stand there staring like two fools." Aileen made a sign to Octavius to call Hannah; the two women helped the mistress of Champ-au-Haut up to her room. Mrs. Googe seemed not to have lost consciousness, for as Hannah bent over her she noticed that her eyelids quivered.
"Do; and won't you tell Ellen I will come down and see her this afternoon? Poor girl, she has been so terrified with the events of these last weeks that I have feared she would not stay. If I'm here, I feel sure she would remain." "If Mrs. Googe will not heed your request, I do hope you will make it your mission work to induce Ellen to stay."
By the way, Colonel, I noticed the name he entered was a familiar one in this part of Maine Googe " "Googe!" The Colonel looked at the speaker in amazement; "did he give his first name?" "Yes, Louis Louis C. Googe " "My God!" Whether the ejaculation proceeded from one mouth or five, the manager and foreman could not distinguish; but the effect on the Flamsted men was varied and remarkable.
Noting all this Father Honoré read deeper still; he knew that Champney Googe had not told him the whole, possibly not the half and never would tell. His next question convinced him of that. "May I ask what became of the young girl you loved? Don't answer, if I am asking too much." "I don't know. I have never heard from her. I can only surmise.
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