"You," he exclaimed. "You here!"
By the way he quickly looked behind him as if to intercept a prying
glance Mark knew that, whatever the relationship between Esther and the
squire had been in the past, it had been a relationship in which
secrecy had played a part. In that moment between him and Will Starling
there was enmity.
"You couldn't have expected him to make a great fuss about a boy," said
Esther brutally on their way back to the Rectory.
"I suppose you think that's the reason why I don't like him," said Mark.
"I don't want him to take any notice of me, but I think it's very odd
that you shouldn't have said a word about knowing him even to his
housekeeper."
"It was a whim of mine," she murmured. "Besides, I don't know him very
well. We met at Eastbourne once when I was staying there with Mother."
"Well, why didn't he say 'How do you do, Miss Ogilvie?' instead of
breathing out 'you' like that?"
Esther turned furiously upon Mark.
"What has it got to do with you?"
"Nothing whatever to do with me," he said deliberately. "But if you
think you're going to make a fool of me, you're not. Are you going to
tell your brother you knew him?"
Esther would not answer, and separated by several yards they walked
sullenly back to the Rectory.
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