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Had they been quarrelling, silly children? He began to tremble for his dream. "Cleopatra scratched Shot's nose," said Terry, holding up the liver-coloured nose for inspection. "See, it has bled. Eileen will have it that it was Shot's fault. Of course it was not. Shot is so gentle." He stood up to meet the ladies and, swift as an arrow from the bow, he went to Stella's side. Poor Sir Shawn!

There was a dinner at Sea Gull Manor that night in honour of the Rolls's guests, and just as Eileen had finished dressing, her brother Raygan knocked at her door. "Want me to say your tie's all right?" she chirped. "No, my child, I do not," said Rags. "I wouldn't trust your taste round the corner with a tie. You're looking rather pleased with yourself what?"

"Well, it's all over now anyway, and so I wouldn't worry any more about it," said Milton, soothingly, and then they fell into silence again. The sagacious Marc Antony strode steadily away, and the two young lovers went on with their dreaming. Bettie was silent mainly, and Milton was trying to fancy that she was Eileen, and was remembering the long rides they had had together.

Sometimes he saw Nina and Eileen, usually just returned or about to depart for some function; and his visit, as a rule, ended with a cup of tea alone with Austin, and a quiet cigar in the library, where Kit-Ki sat, paws folded under, approving of the fireside warmth in a pleasureable monotone.

"I have had a feeling for some time," she said quietly, "that Eileen would not appear today, and if she doesn't see fit to come, there is no particular reason why she should. There is nothing to do but go over the revenue from the estate. The books will show what Eileen has drawn monthly for her expense budget. That can be set aside and the remainder divided equally between us. It's very simple.

"I'd like to be telling Dennis, maybe," said Larry. "We can tell Dennis and Grannie Malone, but no one else at all," Eileen agreed. By this time they had reached the schoolhouse. The Schoolmaster was standing in the door calling the children to come in. He was a tall man dressed in a worn suit of black. He wore glasses on his nose, and carried a stick in his hand.

And she smiled to herself when she made this observation, up to her neck in the surf; and Eileen, hearing the remark, smiled to herself, too.

"N-no; not in that way. . . . I w-wish I did." A thrill passed through him; after a moment he relaxed and leaned forward, his chin resting on his clinched hands: "Then let us go back to the old footing, Eileen." "Can we?" "Yes, we can; and we will back to the old footing when nothing of deeper sentiment disturbed us. . . . It was my fault, little girl.

Eileen arched her eyebrows, thinned to a hair line, and her lips drew together in disapproval. "What I can't understand," she said, "is how you can be so unspeakably vulgar, Linda." Linda laughed sharply. "And this Peter Morrison and John are our guests for dinner?" "Yes," said Eileen. "I am going to show them this valley inside and out. I'm so glad it's spring. We're at our very best.

Eileen stood at the window watching them, and never had her heart been so full of discontent and her soul the abiding place of such envy or her mind so busy. Just when she had thought life was going to yield her what she craved, she could not understand how or why things should begin to go wrong. As the Bear Cat traversed Lilac Valley, Linda was pointing out Peter Morrison's location.