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mellow with the richness of the South. Her English was perhaps slow and

a trifle stilted, but King’s English for all that.

“I was sent by Her Ladyship to ask you, Sir Henry, whether there was

aught you needed before we take our usual walk round the improvements on

the Castle grounds. They await me with the flower baskets upon the

terrace, where the peacocks walk.”

“Then take Doctor Syn with you, child, and become the better

acquainted yourselves, or with Lady Pembury’s help,” replied Sir Henry.

“But is there aught you can do for me, you say? Aye, there is. Two

requests to one man. Summon that rascally old butler of mine and tell

him that Sir Henry would take the physic ordered him by the Doctor

Sennacherib Pepper. It is, tell him, a full flagon of sherry sack, and

in it, my dear young friends, I shall drink to your good healths. I am

sure, too, Senorita, that you will remember enough of our English to

inform him that Doctor Syn, your escort here, is consenting to stay with

us for dinner.”

Doctor Syn bowed his thanks to the Squire of Lympne, saying, “I am

neither impertinent enough nor so stupid as to disobey your orders,

sir.” Then, turning to the girl and offering her his arm, added, “May I

help you, Senorita, to find the butler and deliver Sir Henry’s

commands?”

The young Doc tor, knowing the Castle well, escorted his beautiful

charge on air to the pantries, where he delivered the Squire’s messages.

He then took pains to take a roundabout way to the terrace, finding, to

his great relief, that Lady Pembury and the Spanish widow had left it

solitary but for the peacocks.

Imogene, who, owing to her father’s death and the strangeness of a

foreign land, had been considered reserved and shy, found herself

talking more freely than she had though possible to this young scholar.

And Doctor Syn, who had been so often rallied by his friend Tony for not

attempting a success amongst the ladies, realized that in this young

girl was a cure for all his shyness and aloofness. He knew also that in

her companionship he could be more than comp ensated for the loss of

parents and relatives that had forced his young life into a loneliness

that was unnatural.

Now, like all good Marshmen, Doctor Syn had been bred to understand

their natural enemy, the sea: the sea which angrily waited to destroy

the great

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seawall which kept their pastures safe. He was a fine swimmer, and

knew something of sail, of tides and winds. But he confessed afterwards

to Tony Cobtree that he had never been so proud of his skill in

navigation as he was that morning in successfully avoiding a meeting in

the wide grounds of Lympne with Lady Pembury and the girl’s mother. No

sooner did he descry them in the distance than he tacked away on another

course which kept himself and his consort on a uninterrupted steering.

Therefore, by the time he exchanged greetings with the elder ladies on

their return to the Castle, the two young people had learned a good deal

about each other.

Having spent many happy years at the University, and knowing the

best families in the district, Doctor Syn was naturally interested to

know what house they were visiting in Oxford. The daughter, who spoke

English more fluently than her mother, explained that they were bound to

Iffley, on the outskirts of the town, and were to reside there with the

Squire until such time as certain business connected with her father’s

will could be settled. The Squire’s nephew, on Nicholas Tappitt, had

secured an important position under the British Ambassador at Madrid.

Through some unfair treatment, as the girl pointed out sympathetically,

the young man had lost his post, and having a liking for Spain as well

as for the sea, he had enlisted the influence of Senor Almago, who

provided him with a ship in which to carry his own fruit -produce to

England and the Netherlands. In this way Nicholas, for whom they seemed

to have a liking, was able to remain in Spain in spite of his lost

position. “My dear father believed in Nicholas,” said the girl. “And

whatever the trouble many have been at the Embassy, we w ere all

convinced that Nicholas was not to blame.”

Doctor Syn, knowing something of the said Nicholas, though otherwise,

for this plausible young rascal had been sent down from his college

owing to an unsavory scandal connected with a serving-wrench. H e kept

his opinion, though allowing himself to consider Imogene’s fine sympathy

wasted on such a rapscallion.

Hearing that Doctor Syn was acquainted with Squire Tappitt, the

Spanish ladies pressed him for information concerning him and the Iffley

estate. Here the young Doctor found himself in an awkward dilemma, for

certainly what he knew of the uncle was a good deal more unpalatable

than his knowledge of the nephew, for, known as Bully Tappitt, the

Iffley Squire was shunned by all God -fearing people in the

neighbourhood. Coarse, and brutally strong, with the worst reputation

where women were concerned, he was the last man Doctor Syn would have

wished to play the host towards his new-found friend and already adored

Imogene. So he answered all their questions concerning Iffley and the

Squire as evasively as possible, inwardly rejoicing that he was to be

their escort, and determined that they should transact any necessary

business with the Squire of Iffley from some quiet lodgings in the town,

where he and Tony could keep protective watch.

During dinner, set out on a round table, where Doctor Syn sat between

Lady Pembury and the Spanish girl, the latter talked so much about

Nicholas that the young cleric for the first time in his life suffered

the worst pangs of jealousy. She afforded him the acutest agony as she

recounted the many churches, parties and theatres to which the rascal

has escorted her. She told him how very fond she was of him, how vastly

he amused her with his funny ways, how much she admired his adventurous

spirit in becoming a businessman after his forced failure as a diplomat.

“But I loved him best,” she said—“oh yes, very much indeed—when he

told me he was desperately in love with me, but even better still when

he most solemnly asked me to marry him.”

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With his spirits at the lowest ebb, Doctor Syn managed to ask her, “And

what did you answer?”

“I?” she whispered. “Why, I laughed in his face. I told him that my

very life would be in danger from all the other women he had put the

same question to that very day. And it is true. He has a way with him.

But oh, too reckless! They say that when he goes up to woo a lady in

her drawing-room, he will make proposals to the serving-maid upon the

stairs. He is a rake, m y dear sir.”

“I admit he was when I knew him,” returned Syn. “And so neither of

you took the proposal very seriously, I take it?” he added, with his

heart much lighter.

“He did,” she laughed. “At one time he was so serious in his

protestations that he ran out of our house to the nearest church,

embraced the Catholic Faith, and was surprised that such devotion did

not sway me. But how could I marry a man who would forget the fact

whenever he saw another petticoat in view?”

“Also you would not think of marrying a fool,” whispered Doctor Syn.

“And the man who, having once seen you, could think of another woman

would prove himself the worst of fools, in my thinking.”

“That is very kindly put,” she answered. “But, do you know, I think

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