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Winifred brought things back to more solid ground by saying that she did not want the divorce suit to come on till after the summer holidays had begun at Oxford, then the boys would have forgotten about it before Val had to go up again; the London season too would be over. The lawyers reassured her, an interval of six months was necessary after that the earlier the better.
We must put the screw on, Bellby" he would have all his work cut out to keep Winifred up to the scratch. "Mr. Dreamer will see you now, sir." They filed in, Mr. Bellby going first, and Soames escorting Winifred after an interval of one minute by his watch.
And somehow, now that he had acted like this, he was surprised at himself. Two nights before, at Winifred Dartie's, he had taken Mrs. MacAnder into dinner. She had said to him, looking in his face with her sharp, greenish eyes: "And so your wife is a great friend of that Mr. Bosinney's?" Not deigning to ask what she meant, he had brooded over her words.
Run; in six more returns of a wave like that there will he four feet of water at the Point. 'Come along, Snap, said Winifred, and she flew along the sands without another word. Ah, she could run! faster than I could, with my bruised heel! She was there first. 'Leap in, Winnie, I cried, 'and struggle towards the Point; it will save time. I shall he with you in a second.
One night, as I lay thinking over the insoluble mystery of Winifred's disappearance, I was struck by a sudden thought that caused me to leap from my bed. What could have led the official in Scotland Yard to connect Winifred with Gypsies? I had simply told him of her disappearance on Snowdon, and her reappearance afterwards near the theatre.
Soames, scenting the approach of a jest, closed up, and answered: "I wanted to ask you about Dartie. I hear he's...." "Flitted, made a bolt to Buenos Aires with the fair Lola. Good for Winifred and the little Darties. He's a treat." Soames nodded. Naturally inimical as these cousins were, Dartie made them kin.
And your mother who and where is she?" asked Carshaw. "I don't know. I can't tell. I never knew her," answered Winifred droopingly, with a shake of her head. "And as to your father?" "I have no father. I have only my aunt." "Winifred," said Carshaw solemnly, "will you consider me your friend from this night?" "You are kind. I trust you," she murmured.
"We have been very busy since I was last here," Winifred admitted, and then turned to Hastings. "Until the last week or so there has been no slackening in the rush to sell. Everybody seems to have been throwing wheat on to the market." Hastings looked thoughtful. "A good many of the smaller men have been doing so, but I think they're foolish.
Soames, whose good sense applauded his sister's acumen, said grudgingly: "Well, I'll go round. Have you said anything in Park Lane?" "I've told Emily," returned Winifred, who retained that 'chic' way of describing her mother. "Father would have a fit." Indeed, anything untoward was now sedulously kept from James.
"Uncle James'll sleep in his bed now," resumed George; "I suppose he's had a lot off you, too." Soames smiled. "Ah! You saw him further," said George amicably. "He's a real rouser. Young Val will want a bit of looking after. I was always sorry for Winifred. She's a plucky woman." Again Soames nodded. "I must be getting back to her," he said; "she just wanted to know for certain.
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