Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Oh, go on, go on,” said Miss Davison impatiently.
“It seems that a gentleman called at Richmond--at the school--yesterday,
I think--”
He had got no further when he saw by the sudden change which came over
her face that Miss Davison’s listlessness was entirely gone. She was
alert, keen, desperately interested at once. He went on--
“This gentleman said he was an old friend of your father’s, and that he
had been in the army himself. But the singular part of the visit was
that he did not give his name.”
“Very singular, indeed,” said Miss Davison.
But though her outward tranquillity was perfect, it did not deceive
Gerard.
“Miss Graham thought you and Lady Jennings ought to know about the
visit, because he asked a good many questions about you. He was,
I understand, a man past middle age, with an upright figure and a
perfectly white mustache.”
He saw at once that Miss Davison recognized the description, although
she raised her eyebrows and said--
“Indeed! I suppose he was an old friend of my father’s, and that it was
only a whim to hide his name. It’s absurd of Miss Graham to make so
much fuss about the matter. If it had been anyone without any knowledge
of us, who wanted to scrape acquaintance with Lilian, you may be sure
he would have given some name, even if it had not been his own. People
who have anything to be ashamed of don’t do eccentric things.”
The reasoning was admirable, and Gerard bowed his head in assent. But
for all of that he knew that the information had thrown Rachel into a
state of deadly fear, and that she was worrying herself with a new and
unexpected anxiety.
For a long time neither spoke, and it was not until the cab had turned
into Sloane Street, and they were quite near to Lady Jennings’ house
that Miss Davison turned suddenly to him again.
“You pretend to admire me, don’t you?” she asked sharply.
“No. I don’t pretend, Miss Davison.”
“Well, you admire me, and you take an interest in me, if only because
you look upon me as a thorough, if rather clumsy appropriator of other
people’s property.”
“You have no right to say that. You know it’s not true.”
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