He learned, however, that
they were all aware that the journey had been postponed.
To Mrs. Masters it seemed that all this had been a dispensation of
Providence. Lady Ushant's letter had been received on the Thursday
and Mrs. Masters at once found it expedient to communicate with
Larry Twentyman. She was not excellent herself at the writing of
letters, and therefore she got Dolly to be the scribe. Before the
Thursday evening the following note was sent to Chowton Farm;
Dear Larry,
Pray come and go to the club with father on Saturday. We haven't
seen you for so long! Mother has got something to tell you.
Your affectionate friend,
Dolly.
When this was received the poor man was smoking his moody pipe in
silence as he roamed about his own farmyard in the darkness of the
night. He had not as yet known any comfort and was still firm in
his purpose of selling the farm. He had been out hunting once or
twice but fancied that people looked at him with peculiar eyes. He
could not ride, though he made one or two forlorn attempts to break
his neck. He did not care in the least whether they found or not;
and when Captain Glomax was held to have disgraced himself
thoroughly by wasting an hour in digging out and then killing a
vixen, he had not a word to say about it.
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