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Darrell and Ashe walked home together, through a windy night which was bringing out April scents even from the London grass and lilac-bushes. "Well," said Darrell, as they stepped into the Green Park, "so you're safely in. Congratulate you, old fellow. Anything else?" "Yes. They've offered me Hickson's place. More fools they, don't you think?" "Good!
Several other girls came in while they were there, and they all surrounded Imogen with eager familiarity of manner; all displayed toward himself, as he was introduced, variations of Miss Hickson's stateliness. He thought it most delightful and interesting and the young women very remarkable persons.
The evening was a stupid one, devoted largely to toasts, jokes, congratulations and a few stabs from Nancy. Through it all poor Hickson's gloom was obvious. The next day the party broke up. Wickham and Hickson taking an early express; the others, even Nancy who abandoned her motor on account of the snow, going in by a noonday train.
"She won't want me to have the other girls in here to play up in the attic, and she doesn't believe in eating cookies between meals!" "It's going to be awful terrible!" exclaimed Bert. "I know what I'm going to do!" he declared desperately. "What?" asked Nan, in a frightened sort of voice. "I'm going to run away, like Mr. Hickson's boys did!" Bert went on.
'This is Lois Barclay, Master Ralph Hickson's niece. 'I know nothing of her, said the mistress of the house, in a deep voice, almost as masculine as her son's. 'Master Hickson received his sister's letter, did he not? I sent it off myself by a lad named Elias Wellcome, who left Boston for this place yester morning. 'Ralph Hickson has received no such letter.
Hickson's simple heart bounded for joy. "She's refused him," he thought, "and that's why he's rushing off like this." "Yes," said Ussher, "I should think he would want to go home and take some care of himself. It's a wonder if he doesn't develop pneumonia." Christine smiled at Riatt across the table. "They make me feel as if I had been very cruel, Mr. Riatt," she said.
Britling, "that man Hickson stood behind his counter where I've dealt with him for years, and refused absolutely to let me have more than a dozen tins of sardines. Refused! Point blank! "I was there before nine, and even then Hickson's shop was crowded crowded, my dear!" "What have you got?" said Mr. Britling with an inquiring movement towards the automobile. She had got quite a lot.
"It was all very well when you were quite a free-lance but now Oh! never mind Mary she's discreet and she knows all about it." "What that they're thinking of giving me Hickson's place? Parham has just written to me I found the letter down-stairs to ask me to go and see him." "Oh! it's come?" said Lady Tranmore, with a start of pleasure. Lord Parham was the Prime Minister.
It certainly was Ruth; only how the devil had she played her cards so well as to be the governess the respected governess, in such a family as Mr Bradshaw's? Mr Donne's movements were evidently to be the guide of Mr Hickson's. Mr Bradshaw always disliked going to church, partly from principle, partly because he never could find the places in the Prayer-book.
Never come back to watch her deterioration as Hickson's wife? Or never come back to disturb her peace of mind and heart by his mere presence? He debated all interpretations but the last pleased him most. A bride and groom were in the car. The girl was not in the least like Christine.
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