But surely I wasn't so upset as all that?" said George, finding in Marguerite's statement a reflection upon his ability to play the part of an imperturbable man of the world. "Agg didn't seem to see anything." "Agg doesn't know you like I do." She insinuated her arm into his. He raised his hand and took hold of hers.

And Marguerite's a free agent too, I hope. Of course he's thunder-struck to discover that Marguerite is a free agent. He would be!" "He certainly is in a state," said George, with an uneasy short laugh. Agg continued: "And why is he in a state? Because Marguerite says she shall leave the house? Not a bit. Only because of what he thinks is the scandal of her leaving. Mr. Haim is a respectable man.

Despite his sharp walk, he was still terribly agitated and preoccupied, and the phenomena of the lamplit studio had not yet fully impressed his mind. He saw them, including Agg, as hallucinations gradually turning to realities. He could not be worried with Agg.

And then all of a sudden she comes dressed up for tea, and sits down, and Mr. Haim says she's his future wife. What does he expect? Does he expect Marguerite to kiss her and call her mamma? The situation's impossible." "But you can't stop people from falling in love, Agg, you know. It's not a crime," said Mr. Prince in his weak voice surprisingly from the press.

He went on confidently: "Of course you never know your luck, you know. There's the viva to-morrow.... Where's old Agg?" "She's gone home." "Thoughtful child! How soon will she be back?" "About nine," said Marguerite, apparently unaware that George was being funny. "Nine!" "Oh, George!" Marguerite exclaimed, breaking away from him. "I'm awfully sorry, but I must get on with my packing."

"I think I shall leave to-morrow," Marguerite announced. "Morning. It will be much better. She can look after him. I don't see that I owe any duty ..." "Yes, you do, dear," Agg corrected her impressively. "You owe a duty to your mother to her memory. That's the duty you owe. I'll come round for you to-morrow myself in a four-wheeler let me see, about eleven."

"Good night, Flora Macdonald," she murmured in her deep voice in Marguerite's ear, put masculine arms round her, and kissed her. It was a truly remarkable bit of male impersonating, as George had to admit, though he resented it. Then she gave a short, harsh laugh. "Good night, old Agg," said Marguerite, with sweet responsiveness, and smiled ingenuously at George.

She spoke lightly and surely, with a faint confident smile. "I was thinking as they'd cut down your prices " "I shall have heaps. Agg and I why, we can live splendidly for next to nothing. You'll see." He was rebuffed. He felt jealous of both Agg and Prince, but especially of Prince. It still seemed outrageous to him that Prince should have been taken into her confidence.

We're visiting friends among these kopjes." A monotonous bellowing up the road persisted, where the carrier was still calling for corpses. "That's Agg. He's Hinch's cousin. You aren't fortunit in your family connections, Hinch. 'E's usin' language in derogation of good manners. Go and abolish 'im." Henry Salt Hinchcliffe stalked back to the cart and spoke to his cousin.

"Well, Marguerite." Both spoke casually. Celia Agg was the only person in the world privy to their engagement; but they permitted themselves no freedoms in front of her. As Marguerite came near to George, she delicately touched his arm nothing more. She was smiling happily, but as soon as she looked close at his face under the lamp, her face changed completely.