The case was past praying for. She suffered
and was dumb.
At last the delicate beauty, seeing Adonis faint in the chase--for Ingram,
as a lover, was languid and gloomy--was helped into her lacy draperies,
helped into the carriage, driven to the station; and Ingram, on horseback,
rode by her side. He helped her into the train, stored her with magazines,
kissed her mouth, revolted at her tears, and returned sulkily, with hard-
rimmed eyes, at a foot's pace to his halls. Midway of the carriage-drive,
instinctively, he tightened the rein; for Glyde stepped out of the
undergrowth some ten paces ahead, and stood, waiting for him. He was
dressed, not for the garden (in shirt-sleeves and baize), but in his
blacks, and had a soft felt hat on his head, basin-shaped, with the brim
over his eyes. "Now what the devil does that chap want, play-acting here?"
was Ingram's enquiry of the Universe.
Glyde, as the horse drew level, came within touch of his flank, and told
Ingram that he wished to speak with him.
"Eh?" said Ingram; and then, "oh, what a nuisance." He felt himself
injured. "Well, what is it, Glyde?"
Glyde said, "I wish to give notice, if you please." The manner of address
was curt and offensive.
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