I must make a note of it. Now would you like my wife to
call upon you? If so, I'll send her round to-morrow at twelve."
"If she would care to come," said Juliet.
"Of course she would. She shall come then--and you'll talk things over,
and come to an understanding. That's settled, is it? Good-bye!"
He turned to go, pausing at the gate to throw her another smiling
farewell. She had not thought that gloomy, black browed countenance could
look so genial. There was something curiously elusive, almost haunting,
about his smile.
"Columbus!" said Juliet. "I'm not sure that he's a very nice man, but
there's something about him--something I can't quite place--that makes me
wonder if I've met him somewhere before. Would you like to go and live at
the Court, Columbus?"
Columbus leaned against her knee in sentimental silence. He evidently did
not care where he went so long as he was with the object of his
whole-souled devotion.
She stooped and kissed him between the eyes. "Dear doggie!" she murmured.
"I wonder--are we happier--here?"
CHAPTER VIII
MRS. FIELDING
When the great high-powered car from Shale Court stopped at the gate of
the blacksmith's cottage on the following morning Mrs.
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