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But now that he knew the sketch to be the work of a woman he at once became more critical, perceiving in it imitative instead of original qualities. "What is it? I mean, what's the idea at the back of it, if it isn't a rude question, Agg?" She was walking about, in a convincingly masculine style. Unfortunately she could not put her hands in her pockets, as the costume was without pockets.
Or are we to depend on Agg when she happens to be at her studio? Or are we always to see each other in the street, or in museums and things or steamers just as if you were a shop-girl? We may just as well look facts in the face, you know." She flushed. Her features changed under emotion. "Oh! George! I don't know what to do." "Then you think he's determined not to have anything to do with me?"
"Marry Mrs. Lobley! Of course I shall marry her!" Haim's voice rose. "What right have you to settle where I shall marry and where I shan't?" "I've fixed everything up with Celia Agg," said Marguerite very quietly. "You've soon arranged it!" No reply from Marguerite. The old man spoke again: "You've no right It'll be an open scandal." Then a silence.
Perhaps it was the sight of hats and sticks that made him vacillate, or a glimpse of reluctantly dying silver in the firmament over Candle Court. He wavered; he stood still at the foot of the stairs. The next moment he was in the street. He had decided to call on Agg at the studio. Agg might have the clue to Marguerite's astounding conduct, though he had it not.
"You'd better take the key with you. You'll be back before I am." She sat down on one of the draped settees which were beds in disguise, and Marguerite got a hat, cloak, and gloves. While George was resuming his overcoat, which Marguerite held for him, Agg suddenly sprang up and rushed towards them.
The Duke of Wellington himself, though Candle Court was his purdah, could never have broken the taboo of even so modest a club as Pickering's. Owing to the absence of Agg, who had gone to Wales with part of her family, the studio in Manresa Road was equally closed to the pair. Marguerite was first at the rendezvous. George saw her walking sedately near the entrance.
He knew that she was thinking of her infernal father, and he would not have it. He remembered all that Agg had said. Assuredly Agg had shown nerve, too much nerve, to tackle him in the way she did, and the more he reflected upon Agg's interference the more he resented it as impertinent. Still, Agg had happened to talk sense. "Oh, nothing!" Marguerite agreed quickly, fearfully.
The two girls had parted with strange, hard demonstrations of affection from Agg. "I suppose you'll write," said George coldly. "To-morrow, darling," she replied quite simply and gravely. Her kiss was warm, complete, faithful, very loving, very sympathetic. Nothing in her demeanour as she left him showed that George had received it in a non-committal manner.
He thought you used to come to see me at nights at the studio, me and Agg, and make fun of everything at No. 8 especially of his wife. He's evidently got some such idea in his head, and there's no getting it out again." "But it's childish." "I know. However, we've said all this before, haven't we?"
Then, at the proposal of Agg and of Ebb, it was provided by a decree of the people that the old men and the tiny children should be slain; that all who were too young to bear arms should be taken out of the land, and only the strong should be vouchsafed their own country; that none but able-bodied soldiers and husbandmen should continue to abide under their own roofs and in the houses of their fathers.
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