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Updated: July 6, 2025


We alighted at the further entrance to the park, and came plump upon a leave-taking between Lackaday and Lady Auriol. You know there is a turn some masking shrubs we couldn't help seeing through them. She was for rushing forward. I restrained her. A second afterwards, Andrew ran into us. For me, at any rate, it was a most unhappy situation.

"I suppose you want to go and join them," she said with a jerk of her bobbed head in the direction of Lady Auriol and Colonel Lackaday. "Perhaps we ought," said I. "They don't want us you can bet your boots," said she. "How do you know that, young woman of wisdom?" She sniffed. "Look at 'em."

Thanks very much. Good-bye." "But, my dear fellow " I began. But I spoke into nothingness. He had rung off. Auriol and I spent a comfortable evening together. There was no question of Lackaday. For her part, she raised none. For mine why should I disturb her superbly regained balance with idle chatter about our morrow's meeting?

It could only be a question of some misunderstanding that might easily be arranged by an intelligent person in the confidence of both parties. That, it appeared, was where I came in. I, as Evadne had said, was a useful man to have about. "Now, my dear Anthony," said Sir Julius, "can't you do something?" What the deuce was I to do? But first I asked: "What does Auriol say about it?"

In the afternoon they went off for a broiling walk together. What they found to say to each other, I don't know. Lady Auriol let me no further into her confidence, and my then degree of intimacy with the General did not warrant the betrayal of my pardonable curiosity as to the amount of sense put into him by the independent lady.

And then I remembered having seen the name on the last week's bill, printed in the great eighteen inch letters which were now devoted to Les Petit Patou. Next week Lackaday would be the star turn. But still... I went back to Royat feeling miserable. I was not elated by finding a letter from Lady Auriol which had been forwarded from my St. James's Street chambers.

She returned to the drawing-room and threw up the window. Andrew was already far away, tearing down the rainswept street. Now, if Andrew had heard the cry, he would have heard that in it which no man can hear unmoved. He would have leaped up the stairs and there would have been as pretty a little scene of mutual avowals as you could wish for. Auriol knew it. She has frankly told me so.

As far as I could gather, from Lackaday's confessions he had never given Elodie cause for jealousy from the time they had become Les Petit Patou. Her rout of the suggestive Ernestine proved her belief in his insensibility to woman's attractions during the war. She had never heard of Lady Auriol. Lady Auriol, therefore, must have bounded like a tiger into the placid compound of her life.

Towards lunch time Lackaday and I, chance companions, strolled towards the house. "What a charming woman," he remarked. "Lady Verity-Stewart," said I, with a touch of malice our hostess was the last woman with whom he had spoken "is a perfect dear." "So she is, but I meant Lady Auriol." "I've known her since she was that high," I said spreading out a measuring hand.

"Anyhow you're as near as doesn't matter." I brightened up again. "I've heard 'em talking it over when they thought I wasn't listening. Father and mother and Charles. They're all potty over General Lackaday. And so's Aunt Auriol. I told you they had clicked ages ago." "Clicked?" "Yes. Don't you know English?" "To my sorrow, I do. They clicked.

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