Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"Why, Miss Nora," he exclaimed, "you're early abroad. And have you
joined the anti-hat brigade that you venture so far afield without one
on, and in such weather? I'll give you a lift, I'll get you home now
before the rain; and if I don't Sam and I between us will find
something which will keep you dry. There's a gate a little further on;
if you hurry I'll be there to meet you."
She shook her head; and stood closer to the tree.
"You're very good; but I'd sooner walk if you don't mind."
"Walk! but it's going to pour! and you haven't even so much as an
umbrella!"
"It's not going to be so much, only a shower; I can see blue sky
there."
The doctor looked in the direction to which she pointed, and, seeing
the peeping blue, perceived that, probably, after all, it was only
going to be an April whimper.
"You're a refractory young person; if you catch a cold don't look for
sympathy from me; and, I say, I want to speak to you. In fact, I've
been wanting to speak to you since Saturday; but of course the parish
chooses the wrong moment to get itself ill, I haven't had a moment to
call on you. I've been up practically all night, and when I do get
home I expect I'll be dragged out again directly; I know them! But you
will have heard from Nash."
"I have heard-nothing from Mr. Nash since I saw you last."
"No? How's that? I told him to communicate with you in case I
couldn't, and he said he would."
Again she shook her head. Leaning over the side of the trap he eyed
her with his shrewd grey eyes.
"In that case, here, Sam, take the reins, and drive a little way down
the road; I'll call you when I want you; I have something which I wish
to say to Miss Lindsay, in the rain." As a matter of fact when he
alighted, and the trap had gone on, the shower had already nearly died
away; she stood close up to the hedge on one side and he on the other.
"I am sorry to be the first bearer of the bad news, I had hoped Nash
would have broken the ice. I was present on Saturday at the meeting of
Guldenheim and his friends." He did not tell her at what inconvenience
he had been present, and of how, in consequence, all his work had got
into confusion. "I said all we had arranged that I should say; but I
am sorry to have to inform you that the only terms on which they would
consent not to throw your father's estate into bankruptcy were that
everything should be realized at once."
She smiled, a rather wintry smile, but still it was a smile.
"Thank you; it is very kind of you to take so much trouble; but would
you mind telling me exactly what that means."
"I'm afraid it means that Guldenheim and his friends, or their
representative, may arrive at Cloverlea to-day. They seem to be hot
against your father with a heat I confess I don't understand, and
declare they won't wait a moment longer for their money than they can
help."
"They need not; I am quite ready to go."
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