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"She's the real old-fashioned sort, with a warm heart under all her little airs. I hope he'll get round, if only for her sake. But " "She couldn't marry him in any case," said Mr. Wedmore, shortly. "I thought I told you that affair was broken off definitely broken off weeks ago. And now " He stopped and intimated by a gesture of the hand that the break was more definite than ever.
Wedmore had begun to feel some misgivings about his plans for keeping Christmas in the good old fashion. But the first failure, the colossal mistake of the Yule Log, had made him obstinate instead of yielding, and he had set his teeth and made up his mind that they should all be merry in the way he chose, or they should not be merry at all.
Putting strong constraint upon himself, he assumed a gay geniality of manner which his looks belied, and boldly advanced to the door. But Mrs. Wedmore flung her arms round her husband in a capacious embrace, dragging him backward with an energy there was no use resisting. "No, no, no, George! I won't have you expose yourself to those horrid roughs! Don't open the door, Bartram! Put up the bolt!"
But it was such a ghastly business altogether that I thought I'd better hold my tongue, especially as I was afraid it might filter through him to to somebody else somebody who couldn't be told a beastly secret like that." Mr. Wedmore nodded. "And this girl this Carrie?" said he. Dudley's face lighted up.
Wedmore showed the letter also to Doctor Haselden, who, perhaps, from pure love of contradiction, persisted in maintaining that the letter confessed nothing, and that the cause of the young man's withdrawal was, in all probability, quite different from what Mr. Wedmore supposed.
Wedmore turned angrily to his daughter. "Now, Doreen, I will have no more of this nonsense. Dudley is beginning all the old tricks over again absence of mind, indifference to you did he even look at you as he said good night? and morbid interest in this old, forgotten business of Jacobs and his misdoings.
Warrior and conqueror as he was, they saw him set aside at thirty the warrior's dream of conquest; and the self-renouncement of Wedmore struck the keynote of his reign. But still more is it this height and singleness of purpose, this absolute concentration of the noblest faculties to the noblest aim, that lifts Alfred out of the narrow bounds of Wessex.
"Well, she was all but engaged to him," admitted Mr. Wedmore, in a grudging tone. "But I'm going to put a stop to it, and I'll tell you why." Here he got up, as if unable to keep still in the state of excitement into which he was falling, and stood with his hands behind him and his back to the fire. "I have a strong suspicion that the young man's not quite right here." And lowering his voice, Mr.
Wedmore answered in a loud and angry voice; but it was clear enough that the anger was not directed against his daughter. "I did not send him away. He took himself off. I had hardly begun to speak to him and I began quite quietly, mind when he made the excuse of a letter which he found waiting for him, to go back to town.
A cheery, buxom woman, still handsome, full of life and fun, she had held for the whole of her married life a sway over her lord and master all the greater that neither of them was conscious of the fact. A most devoted and submissive wife, a most indulgent and affectionate mother, Mrs. Wedmore occupied the not unenviable position of being half slave, half idol in her own household.
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