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Deleah half turned her head on its long neck, whispered a shy "thank you" to the tall gentleman at her back; and darted away. "Oh here you are, Deleah! Come along," Reggie Forcus cried, appearing before her. "We thought we'd lost you. Take my arm."
"In all my life, Deleah, I have never enjoyed a concert so much before." While she said it she was lingering in her place, stopping the gangway for people anxious to make their way out, pretending to arrange her own cloak and her sister's, in the endeavour to time their exit to that of the Forcus family.
"I think this young gentleman rides the handsomest animal in the town, Miss Bessie. I'm a great admirer of handsome animals, Mr. Forcus." "Is that so? Really?" said Reggie, supremely indifferent. He had no objection whatever to make the acquaintance of old Boult, the linen-draper although, of course, that difference between a successful draper and a successful brewer which Mr.
Forcus." She gave him a screw of acid-drops for himself, and the boy ran off. "All ri', thenk ye. Tell Franky I looked in," he called. The next comer was the fat little maid-of-all-work from the butcher's, near by. She was red-haired, with a large goitre over which her afternoon black frock would not quite button. She was hardly worked from early morning, to late evening, and Mrs.
"Then, if you knew you should have told us. Deda ought not to have been so sly about it, mama, if she knew." "We shall each have one guess; and Bessie, as a reward for her good-nature, shall have the first. Now, Bessie?" "I've known all along, too, miss. And what's more, I've known that although they were sent to you, they were meant for me. Reggie Forcus." "Wrong. Here is Emily with the pudding.
"Here is Reggie, mama," she said. And Mrs. Day, her heart full of her own unhappy boy, went forward with a weary step, and smilelessly held out a welcoming hand. "You are very kind to come, Reggie," she said. "This is our good friend, Mr. George Boult; Mr. Reginald Forcus." "I take it young Mr. Forcus and I don't need any introduction," the draper said.
"What I have been thinking is, perhaps I had better go and see Francis Forcus about it." "Reggie's brother? Oh, no, William! I would not do that." "And why not, pray? You and I can never look at a thing in the same light for two minutes at a time. If I want to rest on my oars you're badgering me to be up and doing.
She had to call the last words over the balusters, for Deleah, paying no heed to her exhortation, was running down the stairs. Beside Reginald Forcus in his smart dog-cart little Franky Day, to his own delight and surprise, was sitting. He had come running down the street to his tea, when Reggie had accosted him with the agreeable attention of a whip-lash curved round his calves.
Gibbon," she began again, and smiled encouragingly upon him, "you are of far more importance to us than Mr. Reginald Forcus is ever likely to be." "I thank you for telling me that," he said, and his fingers strained tighter upon his coat-sleeves. Then he lifted his eyes and looked at her as she sat, perched with ease and grace among the tea-cups on the kitchen table.
Won't it bore you to have her always about? You have never wanted a companion before." "How do you know I have not?" his sister asked him laughing. "I didn't know it myself, but I expect I've wanted one all the time. At last I'm going to have one." There was in Ada Forcus that ineradicable love of gaiety which some women carry to the grave.
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