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The gleam in Lady Underhill's eye became a flame, but she controlled her voice. "Why were Miss Mariner and Mr Rooke arrested, Parker?" "As far as I can gather, m'lady, Miss Mariner struck a man in the street with a stick, and they took both her and Rooke to the Chelsea Police Station." Lady Underhill glanced at Derek, who was looking into the fire.
I'm not in a mood to plead or argue any longer. What you say now will be the irrevocable word." "I know it. It will not only be the irrevocable word, but the last word. Derek, I see you as you are, a strong, simple, honest man. I admire you; I esteem you; I honor you; I'm grateful to you as a woman is rarely grateful to a man.
And while she fanned she thought of Derek as a little, black-haired, blazing-gray-eyed slip of a sallow boy, all little thin legs and arms moving funnily like a foal's. He had been such a dear, gentlemanlike little chap. It was dreadful he should be forgetting himself so, and getting into such trouble.
"Don't take notice," Derek said; "we'll soon stop that." And they had gone another mile before he added: "We've got to make our round again; that's all." The words of Mr. Pogram, 'You have influence, young man, were just. There was about Derek the sort of quality that belongs to the good regimental officer; men followed and asked themselves why the devil they had, afterward.
"There can only be one answer," he whispered fiercely. "There shall only be one answer. We're just made for one another. . . ." But it seemed to both of them that the air had become colder. . . . "You'll come in, Derek," said Joan as the car drew up in Ashley Gardens. "Come in and have a drink; my aunt would like to see you."
In Felix, contemplating his daughter's face, there was profound compassion, but also that family dismay, that perturbation of self-esteem, which public scandal forces on kinsmen, even the most philosophic. He felt exasperation against Derek, against Kirsteen, almost even against Tod, for having acquiesced passively in the revolutionary bringing-up which had brought on such a disaster.
Our men probably think more about women than any other men in the world; but they think of them as objects of prey with joys and sorrows not to be taken seriously. You, on the contrary, are willing to put yourself to great inconvenience for me, merely because I am a woman." "Not merely because of that," Derek permitted himself to say. "We needn't weigh motives as if they were golddust.
She did not seem to see him, and at his ease he studied her face, one of those broad, bright English country faces with deep-set rogue eyes and red, thick, soft lips, smiling on little provocation. In spite of her disgrace, in spite of the fact that she was sitting on her mother's grave, she did not look depressed. And Derek thought: 'Wilmet Gaunt is the jolliest of them all!
Derek spoke in a low, soft voice. Perhaps the doctors are right after all, and two o'clock is the hour at which our self-esteem deserts us, leaving in its place regret for past sins, good resolutions for future behavior. "What do Algy Martyn and the others say about . . . you know?" Freddie hesitated. Pity to start all that again. "Oh, I know," went on Derek. "They say I behaved like a cad."
"And now we can sit over a cup of weak and nasty tea without milk and not talk for effect. . . . What's going to happen, Derek, to you and me afterwards? We can never go back to it?" "No you can't put back the clock and we've grown, Margaret, years and years older. So have thousands of others the boys up yonder, their people at home.
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