Beyond the City eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 150 pages of information about Beyond the City.
that night.  She was herself, she thought, outside the pale of love.  But it was very different with Ida, merry, little, quick-witted, bright-faced Ida.  She was born for love.  It was her inheritance.  But she was young and innocent.  She must not be allowed to venture too far without help in those dangerous waters.  Some understanding there was between her and Harold Denver.  In her heart of hearts Clara, like every good woman, was a match-maker, and already she had chosen Denver of all men as the one to whom she could most safely confide Ida.  He had talked to her more than once on the serious topics of life, on his aspirations, on what a man could do to leave the world better for his presence.  She knew that he was a man of a noble nature, high-minded and earnest.  And yet she did not like this secrecy, this disinclination upon the part of one so frank and honest as Ida to tell her what was passing.  She would wait, and if she got the opportunity next day she would lead Harold Denver himself on to this topic.  It was possible that she might learn from him what her sister had refused to tell her.




It was the habit of the Doctor and the Admiral to accompany each other upon a morning ramble between breakfast and lunch.  The dwellers in those quiet tree-lined roads were accustomed to see the two figures, the long, thin, austere seaman, and the short, bustling, tweed-clad physician, pass and repass with such regularity that a stopped clock has been reset by them.  The Admiral took two steps to his companion’s three, but the younger man was the quicker, and both were equal to a good four and a half miles an hour.

It was a lovely summer day which followed the events which have been described.  The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.  As the friends topped each rise which leads up to the Crystal Palace, they could see the dun clouds of London stretching along the northern skyline, with spire or dome breaking through the low-lying haze.  The Admiral was in high spirits, for the morning post had brought good news to his son.

“It is wonderful, Walker,” he was saying, “positively wonderful, the way that boy of mine has gone ahead during the last three years.  We heard from Pearson to-day.  Pearson is the senior partner, you know, and my boy the junior—­Pearson and Denver the firm.  Cunning old dog is Pearson, as cute and as greedy as a Rio shark.  Yet he goes off for a fortnight’s leave, and puts my boy in full charge, with all that immense business in his hands, and a freehand to do what he likes with it.  How’s that for confidence, and he only three years upon ’Change?”

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