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He seemed to find them at once, to walk unswervingly to their remote and bramble-filled ditch. In order to save their dignity they said as they scrambled out that they were picking flowers for Mrs. Bilton's breakfast, though the ditch had nothing in it but stones and thorns. Li Koo made no comment.
But inside no amount of light and bunches of pink geraniums could conceal its discomforts, its dreadful smallness; besides, pink geraniums, which the twins were accustomed to regard as precious, as things brought up lovingly in pots, were nothing but weeds to Mrs. Bilton's experienced Californian eye. She stared round her in silence.
Bilton's face, their hands clasped round their knees, their bodies sitting on the grass at her feet, occasionally felt as they followed her narrative that they were somehow out of their depth and didn't quite understand. It was extraordinarily exasperating to them to be so completely muzzled.
Bilton didn't notice that they whispered neither probably would she notice if she wrote. She therefore under Mrs. Bilton's very nose got a pencil and a piece of paper, and with many pauses and an unsteady hand wrote the following: DEAR MRS. BILTON For some time past my sister and I have felt that we aren't suited to you, and if you don't mind would you mind regarding the engagement as terminated?
Billing's staunch adherence to the hero of the village was cried out to his credit when Sedgett stated, on Stephen Bilton's authority, that Robert's errand was the defence of a girl who had been wronged, and whose whereabout, that she might be restored to her parents, was all he wanted to know. This story passed from mouth to mouth, receiving much ornament in the passage.
Twist. He merely went on to think of another reason against it, which was the chance of Mrs. Bilton's looking out of her window just as he did it. She might, he felt, easily misjudge the situation, and the situation, he felt, was difficult enough already.
That was the line to take; and by the time he had got to the coffee it was perfectly clear and plain to him. But he felt dreadfully damp. He longed for a liqueur, for anything that would support him.... "Is there any brandy in the house?" he suddenly flung across the web of Mrs. Bilton's words. "Brandy, Mr.
Bilton's spirited description of life as she saw it and of the way it affected something she called her psyche, was without punctuation and without even the tiny gap of a comma in it through which one might have dexterously slipped a definite offer.
Bilton with great enjoyment declaimed she had had a course of elocution lessons during Mr. Bilton's life so as to be able to place the best literature advantageously before him the diary of a young girl written in prison. The young girl had been wrongfully incarcerated, Mrs. Bilton explained, and her pure soul only found release by the demise of her body.
'Didn't you say that you knew some people at West Kensington? 'Oh, yes, answered Emmeline, carelessly. 'The Kirby Simpsons. They're away from home. 'I'm sorry for that. Isn't there anyone else we could go and see, or ask over here? 'I think it very likely Mr. Bilton will come down in a few days. Louise received Mr. Bilton's name with moderate interest.
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