"
"Of course that settles it," said the judge. "I thought for a moment
that he might possibly have some wild idea of marrying you. That would
account for his making the desperate efforts he has made to keep me out
of the place. He'd know that I wouldn't like you to marry a mad
parson. But if it wasn't that, Milly, and after all you've told me it
clearly can't be, what on earth is the idea at the back of his mind?
Why has he arranged for this systematic persecution of me?"
"Are you sure the fishing dispute has nothing to do with it. I can't
think of anything else."
"Unless he's a fool," said the judge, "he can't suppose that my giving
up the fishing would make it any easier for his friend to poach."
"Major Kent wouldn't poach," said Miss King warmly. "He's a gentleman.
If you knew him, Uncle Gilbert, you wouldn't say such things about him."
"You seem to know him very well," said the judge. "Oh yes! You told
me you had been out yachting. Does _he_ often call here?"
"He was here on Sunday afternoon. Yes, and on Tuesday, now I come to
think of it."
"And you were out yachting with him on the Monday in between.
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