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Carnaby but not often, she thought. 'No? threw out Mrs. Strangeways. 'I fancied he was there a good deal; I don't quite know why. 'Have you met him there? 'No. It's quite a long time since I called one has so many people to see. Alma knew that Sibyl was now holding aloof from Mrs. Strangeways, and it seemed not improbable that this had excited some ill-feeling in the latter.
Alice Deringham was not unduly vain, but she knew her power, and Alton had in his silence betrayed himself again and again. Still, it seemed only fitting that he should make the first advances, now the moment when she might have done so had passed. She also fancied she understood the motive which prompted his answer when her father spoke to him respecting Carnaby. "I can't go over now," he said.
Alma presently began a new letter to Sibyl Carnaby. It was written in a cheery humour, though touched by the shadow of distressful circumstance. She told the story of Mr. Dymes's visit, and made merry over it. 'I am sure this is the very newest thing in "proposals". Though I live in such a dull, lonely way, it has made me feel that I am still in touch with civilisation.
'Perhaps because you yourself represent civilisation in its subtlest phase, and when I am with you I naturally think only of that. I don't say I should have thriven as a backwoodsman; but I admire the type in Carnaby. That's one of our privileges, don't you think? We live in imagination quite as much as in everyday existence.
"Business worries?" said the girl. Deringham nodded. "And domestic too, if the affairs of Carnaby come under that heading. In fact, I am hemmed in by difficulties I cannot see a way through, and to make it worse Alton will come to no decision until he has sent somebody over to report upon the property.
Tooke handed Hugh his wafer-glass, and bade him wafer up his letter, and by all means send it. Mr. Carnaby could not remain offended, if his principal was not angry: so here the matter ended, except that Hugh made some strong resolutions about his future letters; and that the corners of the master's mouth were seen to be out of their usual order several times in the course of the morning.
The front door may be locked and bolted, but people come and go for all that. 'That's the bungalow, is it? muttered Carnaby. 'And how often do you pretend you have heard her voice? 'Only that once. It was worse than if she had answered 'Several times. Hugh looked long at her, and she bore his gaze with indifference. 'You don't pretend that you saw her? 'No, I didn't see her.
Rupert was a Prince Charles of pedigree as unquestioned as his mistress's and an appearance dating back to Vandyke, but Carnaby always addressed him as "Lord Roberts," for reasons of his own. It annoyed his grandmother and it infuriated the dog, who took it for a deadly insult. "Lord Roberts! Bobs, old man, hi! hi!" Carnaby had but to say the words to make the little dog convulsive.
He had acquired considerable facility in the art of managing them, but the owner of Carnaby was an unknown quantity and Deringham was anxious. Presently his daughter reined in her pony. "Stop a moment, father. That must be the ranch," she said. The man drew bridle, and for a moment forgot his perplexities as he gazed at the scene before him.
I'm told he's a bit of a globe-trotter, sportsman, and so on. All he has to do is to knock up a book of travels, and it'll go like wildfire. Alma had pulled to pieces a tassel on her chair. 'What has all this to do with me? she asked abruptly. 'I'm coming to that. You don't know anything about Mrs. Strangeways either? Well, there may be a doubt about Mrs. Carnaby, but there's none about Mrs.
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