pgw.adamselindistress-第32章
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。〃 He was about to hurl it from him； when he met the other's eye and desisted。 Rarely had Lord Belpher encountered a man with a more speaking eye。
〃And now you get along；〃 said the man。 〃You pop off。 And I'm going to watch you do it； too。 And； if I find you sneakin' off to the Three Pigeons 。 。 。〃
His pause was more eloquent than his speech and nearly as eloquent as his eye。 Lord Belpher tucked the tract into his sweater； pocketed the shilling； and left the house。 For nearly a mile down the well…remembered highway he was aware of a Presence in his rear； but he continued on his way without a glance behind。
〃Like one that on a lonely road Doth walk in fear and dread； And； having once looked back； walks on And turns no more his head！ Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread！〃
Maud made her way across the fields to the cottage down by Platt's。 Her heart was as light as the breeze that ruffled the green hedges。 Gaily she tripped towards the cottage door。 Her hand was just raised to knock； when from within came the sound of a well…known voice。
She had reached her goal； but her father had anticipated her。 Lord Marshmoreton had selected the same moment as herself for paying a call upon George Bevan。
Maud tiptoed away； and hurried back to the castle。 Never before had she so clearly realized what a handicap an adhesive family can be to a young girl。
CHAPTER 16。
At the moment of Lord Marshmoreton's arrival； George was reading a letter from Billie Dore； which had e by that morning's post。 It dealt mainly with the vicissitudes experienced by Miss Dore's friend； Miss Sinclair； in her relations with the man Spenser Gray。 Spenser Gray； it seemed； had been behaving oddly。 Ardent towards Miss Sinclair almost to an embarrassing point in the early stages of their acquaintance； he had suddenly cooled； at a recent lunch had behaved with a strange aloofness； and now； at this writing； had vanished altogether； leaving nothing behind him but an abrupt note to the effect that he had been pelled to go abroad and that； much as it was to be regretted； he and she would probably never meet again。
〃And if；〃 wrote Miss Dore； justifiably annoyed； 〃after saying all those things to the poor kid and telling her she was the only thing in sight； he thinks he can just slide off with a 'Good…bye！ Good luck！ and God bless you！' he's got another guess ing。 And that's not all。 He hasn't gone abroad！ I saw him in Piccadilly this afternoon。 He saw me； too； and what do you think he did？ Ducked down a side…street； if you please。 He must have run like a rabbit； at that； because； when I got there； he was nowhere to be seen。 I tell you； George； there's something funny about all this。〃
Having been made once or twice before the confidant of the tempestuous romances of Billie's friends； which always seemed to go wrong somewhere in the middle and to die a natural death before arriving at any definite point； George was not particularly interested； except in so far as the letter afforded rather forting evidence that he was not the only person in the world who was having trouble of the kind。 He skimmed through the rest of it； and had just finished when there was a sharp rap at the front door。
〃e in！〃 called George。
There entered a sturdy little man of middle age whom at first sight George could not place。 And yet he had the impression that he had seen him before。 Then he recognized him as the gardener to whom he had given the note for Maud that day at the castle。 The alteration in the man's costume was what had momentarily baffled George。 When they had met in the rose…garden； the other had been arrayed in untidy gardening clothes。 Now； presumably in his Sunday suit； it was amusing to observe how almost dapper he had bee。 Really； you might have passed him in the lane and taken him for some neighbouring squire。
George's heart raced。 Your lover is ever optimistic； and he could conceive of no errand that could have brought this man to his cottage unless he was charged with the delivery of a note from Maud。 He spared a moment from his happiness to congratulate himself on having picked such an admirable go…between。 Here evidently； was one of those trusty old retainers you read about； faithful； willing； discreet； ready to do anything for 〃the little missy〃 （bless her heart！）。 Probably he had danced Maud on his knee in her infancy； and with a dog…like affection had watched her at her childish sports。 George beamed at the honest fellow； and felt in his pocket to make sure that a suitable tip lay safely therein。
〃Good morning；〃 he said。
〃Good morning；〃 replied the man。
A purist might have said he spoke gruffly and without geniality。 But that is the beauty of these old retainers。 They make a point of deliberately trying to deceive strangers as to the goldenness of their hearts by adopting a forbidding manner。 And 〃Good morning！〃 Not 〃Good morning； sir！〃 Sturdy independence； you observe； as befits a free man。 George closed the door carefully。 He glanced into the kitchen。 Mrs。 Platt was not there。 All was well。
〃You have brought a note from Lady Maud？〃
The honest fellow's rather dour expression seemed to grow a shade bleaker。
〃If you are alluding to Lady Maud Marsh； my daughter；〃 he replied frostily； 〃I have not！〃
For the past few days George had been no stranger to shocks； and had indeed e almost to regard them as part of the normal everyday life； but this latest one had a stumbling effect。
〃I beg your pardon？〃 he said。
〃So you ought to；〃 replied the earl。
George swallowed once or twice to relieve a curious dryness of the mouth。
〃Are you Lord Marshmoreton？〃
〃I am。〃
〃Good Lord！〃
〃You seem surprised。〃
〃It's nothing！〃 muttered George。 〃At least； youI mean to say 。 。 。 It's only that there's a curious resemblance between you and one of your gardeners at the castle。 II daresay you have noticed it yourself。〃
〃My hobby is gardening。〃
Light broke upon George。 〃Then was it really you？〃
〃It was！〃
George sat down。 〃This opens up a new line of thought！〃 he said。
Lord Marshmoreton remained standing。 He shook his head sternly。
〃It won't do； Mr。 。 。 。 I have never heard your name。〃
〃Bevan；〃 replied George； rather relieved at being able to remember it in the midst of his mental turmoil。
〃It won't do； Mr。 Bevan。 It must stop。 I allude to this absurd entanglement between yourself and my daughter。 It must stop at once。〃
It seemed to George that such an entanglement could hardly be said to have begun； but he did not say so。
Lord Marshmoreton resumed his remarks。 Lady Caroline had sent him to the cottage to be stern； and his firm resolve to be stern lent his style of speech something of the measured solemnity and careful phrasing of his occasional orations in the House of Lords。
〃I have no wish to be unduly hard upon the indiscretions of Youth。 Youth is the period of Romance； when the heart rules the head。 I myself was once a young man。〃
〃Well； you're practically that now；〃 said George。
〃Eh？〃 cried Lord Marshmoreton； forgetting the thread of his discourse in the shock of pleased surprise。
〃You don't look a day over forty。〃
〃Oh； e； e； my boy！ 。 。 。 I mean； Mr。 Bevan。〃
〃You don't honestly。〃
〃I'm forty…eight。〃
〃The Prime of Life。〃
〃And you don't think I look it？〃
〃You certainly don't。〃
〃Well； well； well！ By the way； have you tobacco； my boy。 I came without my pouch。〃
〃Just at your elbow。 Pretty good stuff。 I bought it in the village。〃
〃The same I smoke myself。〃
〃Quite a coincidence。〃
〃Distinctly。〃
〃Match？〃
〃Thank you； I have one。〃
George filled his own pipe。 The thing was being a love…feast。
〃What was I saying？〃 said Lord Marshmoreton； blowing a fortable cloud。 〃Oh； yes。〃 He removed his pipe from his mouth with a touch of embarrassment。 〃Yes； yes； to be sure！〃
There was an awkward silence。
〃You must see for yourself；〃 said the earl； 〃how impossible it is。〃
George shook his head。
〃I may be slow at grasping a thing； but I'm bound to say I can't see that。〃
Lord Marshmoreton recalled some of the things his sister had told him to say。 〃For one thing； what do we
