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Lady Cantourne raised her eyebrows slightly, but made no spoken comment. "I think," she said, after a little pause, "that Millicent ought to write too." Millicent shuddered prettily. She was dimly conscious that her handwriting of an exaggerated size, executed with a special broad-pointed pen purchasable in only one shop in Regent Street was not likely to meet with his approval.
But, as chance would have it, it was easier than she could have hoped. For some reason Lady Cantourne looked straight in front of her when she asked the question. "Then you have, no doubt, met a friend of mine Mr. Meredith? Indeed, two friends; for I understand that Guy Oscard is associated with him in this wonderful discovery."
Not even she must know that aught in his life could breathe of failure or disappointment. As it is given to the best of women to want to take their sorrows to another, so the strongest men instinctively deny their desire for sympathy. Lady Cantourne, pretending to select another sheet of note-paper, glanced at him with a pathetic little smile.
She rose from her chair as if to join her aunt and the horticultural old gentleman. "You must not say that," she said, in little more than a whisper, and without looking round she went towards Lady Cantourne. Her eyes were gleaming with a singular suppressed excitement, such as one sees in the eyes of a man fresh from a mad run across country. Guy Oscard rose also, and followed more deliberately.
'The times' expects a great deal for its money, and does not even allow one to keep the small change of civility." Lady Cantourne was blotting vigorously. "I admit," she answered, "that the reaction is rather strong; reactions are always stronger than they intend to be. In our early days the formalities were made too much of; now they are "
We will have some tea." He obeyed, and she watched him with approval. For some reason possibly because he had not sought it Lady Cantourne had bestowed her entire approval on this young man.
"I wish I could think that this pleasure was mutual," said Sir John with his courtliest smile, as he bowed over Millicent's hand. "It might be," with a coquettish glance. "If ?" "If I were not afraid of you." Sir John turned, smiling, to greet Lady Cantourne. He did not appear to have heard, but in reality the remark had made a distinct impression on him.
She was now bringing her last reserve up to the front; and there are few things more dangerous, even to an old campaigner, than a confession of fear from the lips of a pretty girl. Sir John Meredith gave himself a little jerk a throw back of the shoulders which was habitual which might have been a tribute either to Millicent behind, or to Lady Cantourne in front.
There was nothing for him to do but to take his leave. "But," said Lady Cantourne graciously, "if you are determined to go away you must at least come and say good-bye before you leave." "Thanks; I should like to do so, if I may." "We shall be deeply disappointed if you forget," said Millicent, holding out her hand, with a smile full of light-heartedness and innocent girlish friendship.
"Your energy, my dear lady, is not the least of many attributes." Lady Cantourne looked up from her writing-desk with her brightest smile. Sir John Meredith was standing by the open window, leaning against the jamb thereof with a grace that had lost its youthful repose.
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