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There was no reason why he should have been drawn to them for Mrs. Clarke's sake, or even for Daventry's. But what did he think of Mrs. Clarke? Dion resolved to tell him of the rather awkward situation which had come about through his own intimacy it really amounted to that with Mrs. Clarke, and Rosamund's evident resolve to have nothing to do with her.
"You mustn't think I'm going to turn into an idler, Rose. This is a very special occasion." "I know. Mr. Daventry's first case." "Haven't you followed it at all?" Daventry asked. She shook her head. "No, but I've been wished you well all the same." When the two men got up to go, Dion said: "Rosamund!" "What is it?" "If Mrs.
But there it is. And so I hate to see a relation of my own I count Rosamund as a relation now standing out against her." "There's no reason to think she's doing that." An expression that seemed to be of pity flitted over Daventry's intelligent face, and he slightly raised his eyebrows. "Anyhow, we won't bother you with another dinner invitation," he said. And so the conversation ended.
Dion just caught the sound of her voice, veiled, husky, but very individual and very attractive a voice that could never sing, but that could make of speech a music frail and evanescent as a nocturne of Debussy's. "Daventry's right," thought Dion. "That woman is surely innocent." Mrs.
I suppose it will be three or four months before you get home, and I shan't have another leave for I don't know how long, so we won't fix a date. Now Mr. Daventry's bungalow is in this direction; I hope I shall be able to find it." They walked about for some minutes before Smith was able to satisfy himself that he had discovered the bungalow.
His manner was urgent. Mrs. Clarke would be in Paris. This party was certainly no ingenuity of Daventry's. "We mustn't begin to live like a monk and a nun," he exclaimed. "We're too young and enjoy life too much for that." "Do monks and nuns live together? Since when?" said Rosamund, laughing at him. "Poor wretches! If only they did, how much !"
Bruce Evelin now lived alone in the large house in Great Cumberland Place. He made no complaint of his solitude, which indeed he might be said to have helped to bring about by his effective, though speechless, advocacy of Daventry's desire.
Respect is a good cement, and can stand a lot of testing. In his comrades Dion was not disappointed. Among them were a few acquaintances, men whom he had met in the City, but there was only one man whom he could count as a friend, a barrister named Worthington, a bachelor, who belonged to the Greville Club, and who was an intimate of Guy Daventry's.
"How?" "She she's extraordinarily fond of Robin." "Extraordinarily?" said Dion, startled almost by Daventry's peculiar emphasis on the word. "Yes. Let her see a good deal of Robin if you can. Poor Beattie! She'll never have a child of her own to live in." Dion told Rosamund of this conversation, and they agreed to encourage Beattie to come to Little Market Street as often as possible.
"Her house revealed to me the hideous fact that all the best houses in London smack of cocotte-try; the trail of cushions and liqueurs is over them all. Mrs. Leith's house is a vestal, and its lamp is always trimmed." Daventry's comment on this was: "Trimmed yes, but trimmings no!"
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