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He went off like a lamb, poor old boy. If we don't talk too loud we sha'n't disturb him." "I can tell you what I have to tell in a few minutes." "Don't hurry." Beaumaroy was bringing the refreshment he had offered from the sideboard. "I'm feeling lonely to-night, so I " he smiled "yielded to the impulse to ask you to come in, Naylor. However, let's have the story by all means."
Again Beaumaroy had no defense; his nonplussed air confessed that maneuver, too. Mary dropped her rallying tone and went on gravely: "Unless I'm treated with confidence and sincerity, I can't continue to attend Mr. Saffron." "That's your ultimatum, is it, Doctor Mary?" She nodded sharply and decisively. Beaumaroy meditated for a few seconds. Then he shook his head regretfully. "It's no use.
"And I'm sure the girls must be bewildered." "Mamma, I've done biology!" "And many people think they've done theology!" chuckled Naylor. "Done it completely!" "I've raised a pretty argument!" said Beaumaroy, smiling. "I'm sorry! I only meant to answer your question about the effect the whole thing has had on myself." "Even your answer to that was pretty startling, Mr.
The ironical character of Irechester's smile grew more pronounced, and his voice was at its driest: "Certainly you can ask Beaumaroy, Miss Walford. As far as asking goes, there's no difficulty." A pause followed this pointed remark, on which nobody seemed disposed to comment. Mrs. Naylor ended the session by rising from her chair.
There was a house-party and, for dinner on the day itself, a local contingent as well: Miss Wall, the Irechesters, Mr. Penrose, and Doctor Mary. Mr. Beaumaroy also had been invited by Mrs. Naylor; she considered him an interesting man and felt pity for the obvious ennui of his situation; but he had not felt able to leave his old friend.
"I thought it would be pleasant to walk back; and I hope Doctor Mary will come with us and have some tea. I'll send you home afterwards, Doctor Mary." Farewells were exchanged, but now without even a show of cordiality. Naylor and Doctor Mary felt too much distaste for the chief mourners to attain more than a cold civility. Beaumaroy did not relax into his earlier friendliness.
"Yes, but you don't understand " She cut him short again. "Mr. Beaumaroy, after this, after your suggestion and all the rest of it, there must be an end of all relations between us professionally and, so far as possible, socially too, please. I don't want to be self-righteous, but I feel bound to say that you have misunderstood my character." Her voice quivered at the end, and almost broke.
"You switched him on to that subject on purpose, and by means of something uncommon like a lie." "A little artifice! I knew it would interest you, and it's quite one of his hobbies. I don't know much about his past life, but I think he must have had something to do with military tailoring. A designer at the War Office, perhaps." Beaumaroy gave a low laugh, rather mocking and malicious.
There was a hard court at Old Place, so that winter did not stop the game entirely. "What a name, too!" "Walford? It's quite a good name, Delia." "No, no, Anna! Beaumaroy, of course." Miss Wall was back at the larger problem. "There's Alec's voice. He and the General are back from their golf. Ring for another teapot, Gertie dear!"
Strained by the events of the night, and by the talk to Beaumaroy, she was again near tears; her eyes were bright in the light of the candle, and told of nervous excitement. Beaumaroy went back into the parlor, on his way to the Tower. Suddenly he stopped and stood dead still, listening intently. Mary busied herself upstairs, making her preparations with practiced skill and readiness.
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