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She pressed her lips together for the red colouring. "Mr. Carter be here to-night?" she asked, casually. Bottomley caused an interruption. Harriet turned to him with relief. But unfortunately he answered the very question she was trying to evade. "Mr. Carter had just telephoned, 'm, and says that he'll be 'ere at about six, 'm!" "Oh, thank you, Bottomley!"
He liked to see her there at the other end of the table; he realized that she was the centre of things, here in his house, and that he had missed her. After dinner it chanced that Bottomley called her to the telephone, and that a moment later she passed the call on to Richard. "It's Mr. Gardiner, Mr. Carter. He didn't know that you were here, but he would rather speak to you," Harriet said.
Bottomley was a young man from London, who was often addressed after this fashion, was always very unhappy for a few minutes, and then again forgot it in his excitement. "Now, Mr. Price," said Mrs. Houghton in a fever of expectation. She had been dodging backwards and forwards trying to avoid her husband, and yet unwilling to leave the farmer's side. "Wait a moment, ma'am; wait a moment.
"Nina has a yellow coat and I have a black lace and a white embroidery! Really REALLY I have never seen anything like the white one. SHEER, you know " Bottomley came noiselessly, discreetly, across the hall. Instantly the woman in blue and silver was all the mistress. "Is Mr. Ward in, Bottomley?" "He dined at 'ome, Mrs. Carter." "Oh, thank you! You may lock up, then. Good-night, Mr. Carter!
Ward very wild, really very wild, and so at last Bottomley said he couldn't stand it." "I'm hoping he will reconsider that," Harriet said, pleasantly, with a glance at the face Bottomley tried to make inflexible. "For I'm going to tell you two old friends some news. We have always been friends, haven't we?" said Harriet. "It would be 'ard to be anything else, and I've said it before this!
It was in his mind that nothing in life was really clear, all things were mingled and charged, and that patriotism might be an uplifting passion even if it had to allow for Lord Bottomley and for Mr. Carteret's blindness on certain sides.
The door slammed; Bottomley came with stately footsteps up to the hall again. Harriet gave a little laugh of triumph. Now the coast was clear! Thus it was that Richard Carter found only his mother and his children at the dinner table that night, and no guests under his roof. Miss Field, to be sure, was at the head of the table, but then Miss Field was a member of the family.
She had an aside for Bottomley, she drew Nina into the conversation, she was most at ease with Ward, teasing him, drawing him out. Richard Carter watched her, the incarnation of young and beautiful womanhood. Clever he knew her to be, capable and conscientious, but to-night she was in a new role.
The London School of Economics is, we must suppose, to set examination papers with such questions as, "Taking the money value of the virtues of Jesus as 100, and of Judas Iscariot as zero, give the correct figures for, respectively, Pontius Pilate, the proprietor of the Gadarene swine, the widow who put her mite in the poor-box, Mr. Horatio Bottomley, Shakespear, Mr.
And, Harriet, angel of angels, we will be about six or seven about the groaning board; is that all right?" "I told Bottomley six or seven," Harriet said, serenely. "Ward, get in or get out," she added, maternally, "don't hang over the door in that blood-curdling way!" She had put her arm about the boy to steady him; they began to discuss tennis scores with enthusiasm.
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