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I believe you're in love with her still." "Well, you as good as told me I wasn't fit to black Ashforth's boots." "Anyhow he wouldn't have have have tried to make a girl care for him when he knew she cared for somebody else." "Hang it, it seems to me Ashforth isn't exactly immaculate. Why, in Switzerland " "Never mind Switzerland, Mr. Ellerton, please." A silence ensued.
Hardly, however, had he sat down to his coffee when his sombre thoughts were cleared away by the extraordinary spectacle of young Mr. and Mrs. Ashforth hobnobbing with their maid, the latter lady appearing quite at home and leading the gayety and the conversation. Laing laid down his roll and his knife and looked at them in undisguised amazement.
We ought to know one another. I'm so glad to meet you." Charlie was by them now. "And how do you do, Mr. Ellerton?" went on Mary, rivalling Dora in composure. And she also added a barely visible and quite inaudible "Hush!" "Who are they?" asked Deane in a low voice. "Their name's Ashforth," answered Laing. "God bless my soul!" exclaimed the General. "I remember him now.
For a moment doubt of his cherished theory began to assail his mind. He heard the old lady call Ashforth "John;" that was a little strange, and it was rather strange that John answered by saying: "That must be as you wish; I am entirely at your disposal." And yet, reflected Laing, was it very strange, after all?
If I were a fellow like Ashforth now, I should never have done that! Of course you can't forgive me," and, in his extremity of remorse, he buried his face in his hands. Dora stood beside him. She made one step as if to leave him; a glance at him brought her back, and she looked down at him for a minute.
They're very nice about it, aren't they? Do you think we ought to call?" "Shall you feel it awkward?" "Yes, a little. Shan't you? Still we must let them know we're here. Will you write to Mrs. Ashforth?" "I suppose I'd better. After lunch 'll do, won't it?" "Oh, yes. And I'll write a note to him. I expect they won't be staying here long." "I hope not. Hullo, it's a quarter past twelve.
"Gad, it's the old 'un!" burst in a stage whisper from Arthur Laing, who seemed determined that John Ashforth should have a wife. The General looked to his daughter for an explanation. Dora dared not show the emotion pictured on her face, and her back was towards the party. Charlie Ellerton was staring with a vacant look at the lady who was not Mrs. Ashforth. The worst had happened.
And if it seems a curious coincidence that Dora and Charlie should meet at Cannes, it can only be answered that they were each of them just as likely to be at Cannes as anywhere else. Besides, who knows that these things are all coincidence? On Wednesday the eleventh of April, John Ashforth rose from his bed full of a great and momentous resolution.
Everybody does, it seems to me. Come, you must join us. Waiter, two more places. Lady Deane, let me introduce Mr. Ashforth. They're on their " He paused. An inarticulate sound had proceeded from Mary's lips. "Beg pardon?" said the General. A pin might have been heard to drop, while Mary, recovering herself, said coldly: "I think there's some mistake. I'm not Mrs. Ashforth."
Ellerton who who is your friend?" "Her name's Mary Travers." "And who is she going to marry?" "Ah! She hasn't told me that." A suspicion of the truth struck them both. Charlie produced his letter. "She writes," he said, showing the postmark, "from Dittington." "It is! It is!" she cried. "It must be Mary Travers that Mr. Ashforth is going to marry!" "Is that your friend?" "Yes. Is she pretty, Mr.
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