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Updated: June 23, 2025
The Warren, as our wood was called, lay somewhere in the parish of Brendon, a straggling country, with a little village somewhere, and a blacksmith's shop and an ale house, but no church that anyone knew of, till you came to a place called Cheriton.
The point is ... well, you see the point, naturally." Yes, Hilary saw the point. With a faint groan he ran his fingers through his hair and began to pace up and down the room in agitation. He said, "That brute Cheriton.... An execrable bounder; I always knew it.
We couldn't easily undo the past but but there's been nothing of the sort since then, and we didn't mean there to be again. Oh, I know that doesn't make much difference, of course...." The only difference that mattered was that Denis frowned. Incidentally only that didn't matter Cheriton laughed curtly, and Lord Evelyn wearily said, "Oh, stop lying, stop lying.
Something out of a Spanish song, Mrs. Cheriton says it is, and means that he likes folks. You do like folks when they like you, don't you, poor Chico?" "En general!" said the bird, cocking his yellow eye at Peggy. "Me gustan todas en general!" "Well, I never!" said Peggy. "I think he's a witch, Margaret."
I say, Hilary Cheriton knows! I saw him know. He knew, and he was wondering what I was going to say." "Knew, knew, knew!" Hilary nervously exploded. "There you go again. You're intolerable, Peter, really. All the spoiling you've had has gone to your head." "I beg your pardon," said Peter again.
It was an impossible position for Hilary, so utterly impossible that it was no use trying to make the best of it; one could only look away, and get through it quickly. Peter didn't say much. He only said, "We've been found out. That man who came to you this afternoon was a spy sent by Cheriton. He reported the result of his interview with you, and Lord Evelyn knows all about everything.
Cheriton was a brilliant player, even when he was only giving half his mind to it, as he seemingly was to-night. Lord Evelyn had been a brilliant player once, and was now brilliant with alternations of eccentricity; he talked most of the time, making the game the centre of his remarks, from which he struck out along innumerable paths of irrelevancy.
Our wonderfully clever and kind member of the British army was delighted with the movements of General Lee, who alone showed scientific elegance in slaying his fellow-countrymen; and the worst of it was that instead of going after my dear Uncle Sam, Colonel Cheriton was always rushing about with maps, plans, and telescopes, to follow the tracery of Lee's campaign.
I am real, I assure you." She laughed, the softest little laugh, hardly more than a rustle, and held out her hand. Margaret came forward at once, still dragging Peggy after her, Peggy, whose eyes were so wide open, it looked as if she might never be able to shut them again. Mrs. Cheriton took a hand of each, and looked earnestly from one to the other. "How are you called?" she asked.
Business will unhappily prevent me from receiving you in person, but my cousin and yours, Mrs. Cheriton, who resides at Fernley, will pay you every attention. Trusting that this plan will meet with your approval and that of your father, I am, my dear niece, Your affectionate uncle, JOHN MONTFORT." "Well, I never!" cried Peggy, drawing a long breath. "Why, it's word for word like my note."
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