A Change of Air. Anthony Hope

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СКАЧАТЬ since old Smith had his row with the War Office about that pension, he'll call on anybody who's for upsetting everything. It's enough for him that a man's a Radical."

      "Tora means to go, too," said Janet.

      "Poor child! It's a pity she hasn't a mother," said Mrs. Delane.

      "I think I shall go. We can drop him if he turns out badly."

      "Very well, my dear, as you think best."

      "I'll walk over on Sunday. I don't suppose he objects to Sunday calls."

      "Not on the ground that he wants to go to church, at all events," remarked Mrs. Delane.

      "Perhaps he goes to chapel, mamma."

      "Oh, no, my dear, he doesn't do that." Mrs. Delane was determined to be just.

      "Well, he was the son of a Dissenting minister, mamma. The Critic said so."

      "I wonder what his father thinks of him," said the Squire, with a slight chuckle, not knowing that death had spared Dale's father all chance of trouble on his son's score.

      "Mrs. Roberts told me," said Janet, "that her husband had been to see him, and liked him awfully."

      "I think Roberts had better have waited," the Squire remarked, with a little frown. "In his position he ought to be very careful what he does."

      "Oh, it will be all right if you call, papa."

      "It would have been better if he had let me go first."

      Mr. Delane spoke with some severity. Apart from his position of overlord of Denborough, which, indeed, he could not but feel was precarious in these innovating days, he thought he had special claims to be consulted by the Doctor. He had taken him up; his influence had gained him his appointment at Dirkham and secured him the majority of his more wealthy clientèle; his good will had opened to the young unknown man the doors of the Grange, and to his wife the privilege of considerable intimacy with the Grange ladies. It was certainly a little hasty in the Doctor not to wait for a lead from the Grange, before he flung himself into Dale Bannister's arms.

      All these considerations were urged by Janet in her father's defense when his title to approve, disapprove, or in any way concern himself with Dr. Roberts' choice of friends and associates was vigorously questioned by Tora Smith. Colonel Smith—he had been Colonel Barrington-Smith, but he did not see now what a man wanted with two names—was, since his difference with the authorities, a very strong Radical; on principle he approved of anything of which his friends and neighbors were likely on principle to disapprove. Among other such things, he approved of Dale Bannister's views and works, and of the Doctor's indifference to Mr. Delane's opinion. And, just as Janet was more of a Tory than her father, Tora—she had been unhappily baptized in the absurd names of Victoria Regina in the loyal days before the grievance; but nothing was allowed to survive of them which could possibly be dropped—was more Radical than her father, and she ridiculed the Squire's pretensions with an extravagance which Sir Harry Fulmer, who was calling at the Smiths' when Janet came in, thought none the less charming for being very unreasonable. Sir Harry, however, suppressed his opinion on both these points—as to its being charming, because matters had not yet reached the stage when he could declare it, and as to its being unreasonable, because he was by hereditary right the head of the Liberal party in the district, and tried honestly to live up to the position by a constant sacrifice of his dearest prejudices on the altar of progress.

      "I suppose," he said in reply to an appeal from Tora, "that a man has a right to please himself in such things."

      "After all papa has done for him! Besides, Sir Harry, you know a doctor ought to be particularly careful."

      "What is there so dreadful about Mr. Bannister?" asked Tora. "He looks very nice."

      "Have you seen him, Tora?" asked Janet eagerly.

      "Yes; we met him riding on such a queer old horse. He looked as if he was going to tumble off every minute; he can't ride a bit. But he's awfully handsome."

      "What's he like?"

      "Oh, tall, not very broad, with beautiful eyes, and a lot of waving auburn hair; he doesn't wear it clipped like a toothbrush. And he's got a long mustache, and a straight nose, and a charming smile. Hasn't he, Sir Harry?"

      "I didn't notice particularly. He's not a bad-looking chap. Looks a bit soft, though."

      "Soft? why, he's a tremendous genius, papa says."

      "I didn't mean that; I mean flabby and out of training, you know."

      "Oh, he isn't always shooting or hunting, of course," said Tora contemptuously.

      "I don't suppose," remarked Janet, "that in his position of life—well, you know, Tora, he's of quite humble birth—he ever had the chance."

      "He's none the worse for that," said Sir Harry stoutly.

      "The worse? I think he's the better. Papa is going to ask him here."

      "You're quite enthusiastic, Tora."

      "I love to meet new people. One sees the same faces year after year in Denshire."

      Sir Harry felt that this remark was a little unkind.

      "I like old friends," he said, "better than new ones."

      Janet rose to go.

      "We must wait and hear papa's report," she said, as she took her leave.

      Tora Smith escorted her to the door, kissed her, and, returning, said, with a snap of her fingers:

      "I don't care that for 'papa's report.' Jan is really too absurd."

      "It's nice to see her——"

      "Oh, delightful. I hate dutiful people!"

      "You think just as much of your father."

      "We happen to agree in our opinions, but papa always tells me to use my own judgment. Are you going to see Mr. Bannister?"

      "Yes, I think so. He won't hurt me, and he may subscribe to the hunt."

      "No; he may even improve you."

      "Do I want it so badly, Miss Smith?"

      "Yes. You're a weak-kneed man."

      "Oh, I say! Look here, you must help me."

      "Perhaps I will, if Mr. Bannister is not too engrossing."

      "Now you're trying to draw me."

      "Was I? And yet you looked pleased. Perhaps you think it a compliment."

      "Isn't it one? It shows you think it worth while to——"

      "It shows nothing of the kind," said Tora decisively.

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