A Lost LeaderOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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A Lost Leader
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
"I was scarcely sure," Mannering said, with a slight smile, "whether
I should be expected to stay until then. Sir Leslie has told you of my
telegrams?"
"Yes, yes," Lord Redford said, quickly. "We've postponed the meetings for
the present. We'll talk that all out later on. You've had some tea, I
hope? No? Well, Eleanor, you are a nice hostess," he added, turning to
his wife. "Give Mr. Mannering some tea at once, and feed him up with hot
cakes. Come into the billiard-room afterwards, Mannering, will you? I've
got a new table in the winter-garden, and we're going to have a pool
before dinner."
Berenice came in and laid her hand upon her host's arm.
"You need not worry about Mr. Mannering," she declared. "He is going to
have tea with me at that little table, and I am going to take him for a
walk in the park afterwards."
"So long as you feed him well," Lord Redford declared, with a little
laugh, "and turn up in good time for dinner, you may do what you like. If
you take my advice, Berenice, you will join our league. We have pledged
ourselves not to utter a word of shop for twenty-four hours."
"I submit willingly," Berenice answered. "Mr. Mannering and I will find
something else to talk about."
CHAPTER X
THE END OF A DREAM
"You can guess why I brought you here, perhaps," Berenice said, gently,
as she motioned him to sit down by her side. "This place, more than any
other I know, certainly more than any other at Bayleigh, seems to me to
be completely restful. There are the trees, you see, and the water, and
the swans, that are certainly the laziest creatures I know. You look to
me as though you needed rest, Lawrence."
"I suppose I do," he answered, slowly. "I am not sure, though, whether
I deserve it."
"You are rather a self-distrustful mortal," she remarked, leaning back in
her corner and looking at him from under her parasol. "You have worked
hard all the session, and now you have finished up by three weeks of,
I should think, herculean labour. If you do not deserve rest who does?"
"The rest which I deserve," Mannering answered, bitterly, "is the rest of
those whose bones are bleaching amongst the caves and corals of the sea
there! That is Matapan Point, isn't it, where the hidden rocks are?"
She nodded.
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