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Lewis Elliot stayed to tea, and Jock and Mhor fell on him with acclamation, and told him wonderful tales of their new friend, and never noticed the marks of tears on Jean's face. "Jean, what is Lord Bidborough's Christian name?" Jock asked. "Oh, I don't know. Richard Plantagenet, I should think." "Really, Jean?" "Why not? But you'd better ask him. Are you going, Cousin Lewis?
There were so many things that David really needed and was doing without, so many of the things he had were so woefully shabby. Jean understood better now what a young man wanted; she had studied Lord Bidborough's clothes. Not that the young man was anything of a dandy, but he had always looked right for every occasion.
Macdonald smiled at Jean's maternal tone. "I've brought up four boys," she said, "so I ought to know something of their ways. It will be like old times to have Jock and Mhor to look after." Mhor went in the car with Jean and Pamela and Mrs. Macdonald. The others had gone on in Lord Bidborough's car, as Mr. Macdonald wanted to see the vicar before the service.
It doesn't begin for another half-hour ... we'll have coffee in the other room." Mhor was in a fever of impatience, and quite ten minutes before the hour they were in their seats in the front row of the balcony. Oddly enough, Lord Bidborough's seat happened to be adjoining the seats taken by the Jardines, and Jean and he sat together.
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