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Boat returns at five sharp." "Aw! Quite so! Very good! But I've got er business here, don't you know." "Oh? Thinking of opening a branch here? Well, there's Stock's but I doubt if you'd fit in there " "Fit? Why not fit? Stocks are my line." "I think I'd try the Bel-Air if I were you " "Which is nearest?" asked Charles Svendt, looking round depreciatively. "Bel-Air. Just along the tunnel there "
The last flicker of the waving handkerchiefs above the sea-wall, and their responsive wavings from the boat, had been abruptly cut by the intervening bastion of Les Lâches, but Charles Svendt still leaned with his arms on the rail and looked back as though he could pierce the granite cliff and see the girls still standing there, and Graeme stood patiently behind him.
Then I asked him what he meant by following us here, and it turned out that it was we who had followed him, and turned him out of his cottage moreover." "Deuced odd!" said Charles Svendt, screwing in his eye-glass and regarding them comprehensively. "Almost makes one believe in er " "Telepathy and that kind of thing," said Miss Penny.
And he was Margaret Brandt's uncle by marriage, her guardian and trustee, and the father of Charles Svendt, on whose account Lady Elspeth had thought well to throw out warning hints of possible paternal intentions respecting Margaret and her fortune. From every point of view Graeme detested Mr. Pixley, though he had never passed a word with him. He was too perfect, too immaculate.
And now and again, when Charles Svendt looked at her, he said to himself, "By Jove, she's as good-looking a girl as I know, and as clever as they make 'em!" For there is no greater beautifier in the world than happiness, and Hennie Penny was completely and quite unusually happy.
However, it was Charles Pixley who brought Margaret Brandt to that dinner, and Graeme sat on the other side of her there. And so, Charles Svendt blessings on thee, unworthy friar though thou be!
I am sure of it," sang his heart. And his brain asked eagerly, "Had Charles Svendt anything to do with it, I wonder?" " I thought it well to remove myself from the care of my guardian Mr. Pixley " "Splendid girl! Splendid girl!" sang his heart. " And as I have still some of my time to serve "
Hello!" said Charles Svendt, agape at the too friendly greeting. "That you, Graeme?" "The worst half of me, my boy. Margaret's up at the house. You'll be quite a surprise to her." "Aw!" said Charles Svendt thoughtfully, as he readjusted his eyeglass. "Demned queer place, this!" and he gazed round lugubriously. "It is that, my boy. Queerer than you think, and queerer people." "Aw!
"I'm very glad he's taken a sensible view of the matter," said Margaret. "Oh, Charles Svendt is no fool, and he certainly would have been if he'd done anything but what he has done. He saw that he could do no good and might get into trouble. The Seigneur scowled dungeons and gibbets at him, and he looked decidedly uncomfortable."
"Ach, but I am sorry! And him so happy yesterday and dancing the best in the room," and her pleasant face clouded sympathetically. "Meg, I'll go up to your room for a minute and finish my hair," said Hennie Penny. "I ran out just as I was " "It was very kind of you," said Charles Svendt, and the general sympathy seemed to comfort him somewhat.
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