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"I won't get down just now, Amy," he said. "Tell me where you are and I'll come and see you. How's Richard?" Maraton, obeying a gesture from Lady Elisabeth, moved away with her, leaving Mrs. Bollington-Watts absorbed in a flood of family questions and answers. "Come back with me now, won't you?" she asked, a little abruptly.
The young man was leaning forward in his place, the reins loosely held in his hand, and a groom was already upon the path, recovering the whip which had slipped from his fingers. His eyes were fixed not upon Mrs. Bollington-Watts nor upon Lady Elisabeth, but upon Maraton. He was a young man of harmless and commonplace appearance but his features were at that moment transformed.
"I have the honour of knowing Lady Elisabeth incidentally," Maraton replied. "If you will excuse me now " Mrs. Bollington-Watts turned aside to talk vigorously to a passer-by. Lady Elisabeth laid her hand upon his arm. "Mr. Maraton," she said softly, "do make up your mind. Please come to Lyndwood." Her blue eyes were raised to his, fearlessly, appealingly.
"My uncle is restless and unwell this afternoon, and it will perhaps relieve him to have your decision." "What about Mrs. Bollington-Watts?" Lady Elisabeth glanced at him for a moment. Her eyebrows were slightly lifted. "If you can bear to lose her, I'm sure I can. She is really rather a dear person but she is very intense.
The slight anxiety passed from her face like a cloud. Her smile was positively brilliant. "It is charming of you," she whispered. Mrs. Bollington-Watts was once more free and by their side. They moved on to the corner and Maraton was on the point of taking his leave. Just at that moment Mrs. Bollington-Watts gave a little cry of amazement.
A coach was drawn up by the side of the path, and a young man who was driving it, was looking down at them. Mrs. Bollington-Watts stopped and waved her hand at him almost frantically. "Why, it's Freddy Lawes!" she exclaimed.. "Why, Freddy, what on earth are you doing here? If this isn't a surprise!
I have taken Lenchester House for a year. My, it would be good to see their faces!" Maraton shook his head. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Bollington-Watts," he said, "but my visit to England is one of business only. To be frank with you, I have no social existence, nor any desire to cultivate one." "But you know Lady Elisabeth," the little woman protested.
"I am, without a doubt, the man," Maraton assented cheerfully. "I am an enemy of your class, Mrs. Bollington-Watts. Your husband is the steel millionaire, isn't he? And I am also a Socialist of the most militant and modern type. Nevertheless, I can assure you, for these few moments you are perfectly safe." Mrs. Bollington-Watts drew a little breath.
They were standing in a crowded part of the walk and almost unconsciously they commenced to move slowly along together. Lady Elisabeth turned to her companion. "You must let me introduce Mr. Maraton to you," she said. "This is Mr. Maraton Mrs. Bollington-Watts." The little woman leaned forward and looked at Maraton with undisguised curiosity. "Forgive my starting at your name, won't you, Mr.
I'm afraid our people are getting much too scared, nowadays, about that sort of thing. We don't seem to be able to enforce our laws like you do over here. They are all saying now that it ought to have been served and the man shot if there had been any resistance." "In which case," Maraton remarked, "I should not have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance, Mrs. Bollington-Watts."
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