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Updated: July 14, 2025
The photograph of her brother, Lord Bidborough, they could hardly lay down. Finally, Pamela presented them with flowers and a basket of apples newly arrived from Bidborough Manor, and they returned to Balmoral walking on air. "Such pleasant company and such a tea," said Miss Watson. "She had out all her best things." "And Mrs. Jowett and Miss Dawson were asked to meet us," exulted Miss Teenie.
"I remember," said Pamela; "history repeats itself." Lord Bidborough stopped before a shelf. "This is a catholic selection." "Those are my favourite books," said Jean "modern books, I mean." "I see." He went along the shelf, naming each book as he came to it. "The Long Roll and Cease Firing. Two great books. I should like to read them again now." "Now one could read them," said Jean.
Nelly's Teachers?" "Oh, that," said Jean, getting pink "that's a book I had when I was a child, and I still like it so much that I read it through every year." "Oh, Jean, you babe!" Pamela cried. "Can you actually still read goody-goody girls' stories?" "Yes," said Jean defiantly, "and enjoy them too." "And why not?" asked Lord Bidborough.
He wrote a very nice letter in reply. I think, on the whole, he is much relieved, though he expressed polite regret. It must be rather a bore at sixty to become possessed of a wife, even though she might be able to entertain well and manage people.... It was a ridiculous idea always; I see that now." Lord Bidborough regarded his sister with an amused smile.
It was wonderfully comfortable to see Pamela settle down in the corner of the sofa with her embroidery and ask news of all her friends. Jean had been a little shy of meeting Pamela, wondering if Lord Bidborough had told her anything, wondering if she were angry that Jean should have had such an offer, or resentful that she had refused it.
"A very distant one, but we have so few relations we are only too glad to claim him. He has been a very good friend to us always.... Mhor, you really must go to bed now." "Oh, all right, but I don't think it's very polite to go to bed when a visitor's in. It might make him think he ought to go away." Lord Bidborough laughed, and assured Mhor that he appreciated his delicacy of feeling.
Lord Bidborough must see scores of lovely girls. Jean seemed to see them walking past her in a procession girls who had maids to do their hair in the most approved fashion, constantly renewed girls whose clothes were a dream of daintiness all charming, all witty, all fitted to be wife to a man like Lord Bidborough. What was he doing now, Jean wondered. Perhaps dancing, or sitting out with someone.
His feats, too, were still remembered, not feats of scholarship oh no, but of mountaineering on the college roofs. He had not realised when Jean mentioned Lord Bidborough in her letters that it was the same man who was still spoken of by undergraduates with bated breath. Of Pamela, David attempted no criticism. How could he? He was at her feet, and hardly dared lift his eyes to her face.
She said you would like to know that the man had come about the leak in the tank, and it's all right. I saw Bella Bathgate as I was leaving The Rigs. She sent you and Lord Bidborough her kind regards.... She has a free way of expressing herself, but I don't think she means to be disrespectful." "Has she got lodgers just now?" Pamela asked. "Oh yes, she told me about them.
A great many things in this world need a little stage-management. Oh, I hope my plans will work out. I do want Jean." "But, Pamela I want Jean too." Lord Bidborough had risen, and now stood before the fire, his hands in his pockets, his head thrown back, his eyes no longer lazy and amused, but keen and alert. This was the man who attempted impossible things and did them.
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