England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
“I think you’d better have a few minutes with my daughter. Put the
effect of these documents into plain language for her.” I believe he
half suspected me again, for he added quickly: “Free of technicalities,
I mean. She knows the general nature of my wishes. I’ve made that quite
clear to her myself.” No doubt he had. I bowed, and he rose, glancing at
the clock. “The horses must be round,” he said; “I’m going for a ride
with Miss Tyler. Ask if my daughter can see you now; and I hope you’ll
stay to lunch, Foulkes.” He went to the door, but turned again. “I’ll
send Beatrice to you myself,” he called, “and you can get the business
over before we come back.” He went off, opening his cigar-case and
humming a tune, in excellent spirits with himself and the world, I
fancied. He had reason to be, so far as one could see at the minute.
I went to the window and watched them mounting--the strong solid frame
of the man, the springy figure of the pretty girl. She was chattering
gleefully: he laughed in a most contented approval of her, and,
probably, with an attention none too deep to the precise purport of her
merry words. Besides the two grooms there was another member of the
party--one who stood rather aloof on the steps that led up to the hall
door. Here was the lady for whom I waited, Beatrice Gladwin, his
daughter, who was to have the five hundred a year when he died--who was
to have had everything, to have been mistress of all. She stood there in
her calm composed handsomeness. Neither pretty nor beautiful would you
call her, but, without question, remarkably handsome. She was also
perfectly tranquil. As I looked she spoke once; I heard the words
through the open window.
“You must have your own way, then,” she said, with a smile and a slight
shrug of her shoulders. “But the horse isn’t safe for you, you know.”
“Ay, ay,” he answered, laughing again, not at his daughter but round to
the pretty girl beside him. “I’ll have my way for four days more.” He
and his _fiancée_ enjoyed the joke between them; it went no further, I
think.
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