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It was Reggie Byng's habit also not to allow anything, even love, to interfere with golf; and not even the prospect of hanging about the castle grounds in the hope of catching a glimpse of Alice Faraday and exchanging timorous words with her had been enough to keep him from the links. Reggie surveyed George with a friendly eye.
As she smilingly held out her hand, her eye took in his changed appearance. Gone were the overalls and the flannel shirt, the heavy boots and broad belt. Before her stood the Reggie of former days in a well-cut suit of blue serge and spotless linen. She was surprised to find herself thinking, after all, men looked better in flannels.
"Shall I go and ask him if you can't put it off till after dinner?" "Oh, no, thanks very much. I'm sure Lord Marshmoreton wouldn't dream of it." She passed on with a pleasant smile. When he had recovered from the effect of this Reggie proceeded slowly to the upper level to meet his step-mother. "Hullo, mater. Pretty fit and so forth? What did you want to see me about?"
While we were lunching, that confirmed congenital idiot, Reggie Bartling, who happened to have come over to America as well, came up and called me by my name. I knew that, if Ann discovered who I really was, she would have nothing more to do with me, so I gave Reggie the haughty stare and told him that he had made a mistake.
Him and Penrhyn Deems was old college chums together, and while they ain't been real thick in late years they have sort of kept in touch. I suspect that since Penrhyn got to ratin' himself as kind of a combination of Reggie DeKoven and George Cohan he ain't been so easy to get along with. Maybe I'm wrong, but from the few times I've seen him blowin' in here at the Corrugated that was my dope.
"I believe I would have done something disgraceful to that servant who was asking me to leave if you hadn't appeared." "You told me you thought Reggie to be a villain," she reminded him, laughing. "You don't think him one now, do you?" How close he came to telling her then what he had reason to believe Gibson actually was, a villain beyond all understanding, she never knew. "No," he lied.
"There will be a pre-view of the picture, my latest, here tonight and I thought you might like to see it," she said. "Reggie is so busy campaigning that he can't be here," she added. "I would like it," he told her. "Can you come?" "Yes, certainly." "Splendid," she said. "The pre-view will be at 7:30, but can't you get here earlier so we can have dinner together and talk?"
So few people have sufficient strength to resist the preposterous claims of orthodoxy. They promise and vow three things is it three things you promise and vow in matrimony, Reggie? and they keep their promise. Nothing is so fatal to a personality as the keeping of promises, unless it be telling the truth.
"My dear Marion," he said at last, "I've known Helen ever since she was as young as that. Every year I've loved her more, and found new things in her to care for; now I love her more than any other man ever loved any other woman." Miss Cavendish shook her head sympathetically. "Yes, I know," she said; "that's the way Reggie loves me, too." Carroll went on as though he had not heard her.
And then, in the evening, came Mrs. de Graffenried's opening entertainment, which was one of the great events of the social year. In the general rush of things Montague had not had a chance properly to realize it; but Reggie Mann and Mrs. de Graffenried had been working over it for weeks.
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