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Mary and John descended. As soon as they appeared Dora jumped up from her seat and ran towards John, crying, "Oh, Mr. Ashforth!" While Charlie, advancing more timidly to Mary, murmured: "Forgive me, but " Mary with a slight bow, John with a lift of his hat, both without a halt or a word, passed through the room, arm-in-arm, and vanished from Mr. Painter's establishment.
"Oh, I know, but it's different," she added impatiently. "One expects it of you, but I didn't expect it of John Ashforth." "And of yourself?" he asked softly. "It's all your fault, you wicked boy," she answered. Charlie sighed heavily. "We must break it to them," said he. "Mary will understand; she has such delicacy of feeling that " "You're always praising that girl.
It was tolerably plain that, unless the few days en route were very few indeed, John Ashforth and Mary Travers were in a fair way to be prosperously and peacefully married before Dora Bellairs set foot in England. And if he stayed with the Bellairs', before he did, either! Charlie lit a cigarette and sat puffing and thinking. "Dashed nice girl, Dora Bellairs," observed Sir Roger. "Think so?"
When two conscientious people resolve; to deceive one another, on grounds of duty, the acme of duplicity is in a fair way to be reached. John Ashforth and Mary Travers illustrated this proposition. The former had been all his life a good son, and was now a trustworthy partner, to his father, who justly relied no less on his character than on his brains.
"Ah, I don't know. Don't you?" "Not in the least, Sir Roger. But never mind Mr. Ellerton. Will you help me?" "As far as Paris. You must look out for yourself there." These terms Dora accepted. Surely at Paris she would hear some news of or from John Ashforth.
Everything decided for the best. John." Mary's to Charlie was even briefer; it said, "Am here at European. Why no answer to last?" "It's really very kind of Mr. Ashforth," said Dora to Charlie, as they strolled in the garden of the Tuileries, "to make such a point of what I think. I expect the wire that stupid Mr. Laing lost was just to tell me the date of the marriage." "Not a doubt of it.
People she knew drifted through Paris and were glad to lunch or dine in the little Neuilly house. Sally Norton, who was now Mrs. Willie Ashforth, having finally secured the elderly bachelor, was one of the first to come. Sally laughed over the small house, over Milly's baby, over Milly as a mother.
At the same moment John Ashforth, the light of heroism in his eye, whispered to Dora, "You must trust yourself implicitly to me." "Quick, quick!" cried Deane, "or it's all up with you. Quick, Ashforth! Quick, Charlie, quick, man!" There was one more pause. Mary's hand pressed a little harder. John's arm was advancing towards Dora's waist. Sir Roger looked on with apparent impatience.
"Burn this." This was John's: "MY DEAR MR. ASHFORTH: What am I to say to you? Oh, why, why didn't you tell me before? I oughtn't to say that, but it is too late to conceal anything from you. Yes, you are right. It must be good-by. Yes, I will try to forget you. But oh, John, it's very, very, very difficult. I don't know how to sign this so I won't. You'll know who it comes from, won't you?
Sir Roger had seized on Laing's champagne and was pouring it out. He stopped now, and looked at Dora. A sudden gleam of intelligence glanced from her eyes. Rushing up to him, she whispered, "You did it all? It was all a hoax?" He nodded. "And why?" "Ask Charlie Ellerton," he answered. "Oh, but Mr. Ashforth and Mary Travers are so angry!" "With one another?" "No, with us."
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