When he
spoke, his tone sounded almost harsh. The girl turned away to dash the
tears from her eyes.
"What do you think of this--folly, Pengarth?"
The lawyer looked his best client squarely in the face. "I do not call
it folly, Sir Wingrave. I think that Miss Lundy is right."
There was a pause. Her eyes were still pleading with him.
"Against the two of you," Wingrave remarked, "I am, of course,
powerless. After all, it is no concern of mine. I shall leave you,
Pengarth, to make such arrangements as Miss Lundy desires!"
He rose to his feet. Juliet now was pale. She dashed the tears from
her eyes and looked at him in amazement mingled with something which
was almost like despair.
"You don't mean," she exclaimed, "you are going away without coming to
Tredowen?"
"Why not?" he asked. "I never had any intention of going there!"
"You are very angry with me," she cried in despair. "I--I--"
Her lip quivered. Wingrave interposed.
"I shall be happy to go and have a look at the place," he said
carelessly, "if you will drive me back. I fancy I have almost
forgotten what it is like."
She looked at him as at one who had spoken irreverently. Her eyes were
full of wonder.
"I think that you must have indeed forgotten," she said, "how very
beautiful it is. It is your home too! There is no one else," she added
softly, "who can live there, amongst all those wonderful things, and
call it really--home!"
"I am afraid," he said, "you will find that I have outlived all
sentiment; but I will certainly come to Tredowen with you!"
GHOSTS OF DEAD THINGS
"It was here," she said, as they passed through the walled garden
seawards, "that I saw you first--you and the other gentleman who was
so kind to me.
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