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"It knocks me out!" she murmured, lapsing into the Western idiom which a whole week spent in the society of her bosom friend was bound to call up. "But why Lord Chilminster?" She pronounced the name Chilster. "Why won't he do? Isn't he the real thing?
"How would this do: 'Miss Urmy and Lord Chilminster wish to contradict their engagement " "But that implies that there was an engagement!" Chilminster pondered the deduction. "So it does. I see. People would jump to the conclusion that we were in a desperate hurry to alter our minds!" "And, of course, we haven't." "Y-es.
Lady Hartley hurried to the window, gave one look, and doubted the evidence of her eyes. "Lavinia, it's Lord Chilminster!" she cried, with a catch in her voice. The two women flashed a glance brimful of significance at one another. Lady Hartley's expressed uncertainty; Mrs. Urmy's triumph sheer, complete, perfect triumph. "Didn't I say it was a sure thing?" she shrilled excitedly.
"His place isn't far from here." "You don't say! The way these British titles are pronounced is enough to make you doubt your own eyesight. I didn't know. But if he's a friend of yours that'll likely make it all the easier." "Lord Chilminster!" Lady Hartley spoke in an awed tone. She felt it would be useless to make Mrs.
I?" flamed Jeannette. She drew herself up as haughtily as a pretty woman can under the disadvantage of being seated in a yielding easy chair. "Do you mean to assert, Lord Chilminster, that I ?" She was interrupted by the entrance of the butler. "Luncheon is served, my lord," he announced. "You will take off your coat?" Lord Chilminster turned to Miss Urmy, and advanced a step in anticipation.
The beautiful seventeenth century room, like a reflection on the spirit of democracy, was getting on Jeannette's nerves. The strain of listening, watching the big mahogany door for the expected entrance of Lord Chilminster, at last reduced her to a state of apathy, and when he did come quietly in she was taken by surprise. "I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting," he said. Jeannette stared.
Outwardly, the meal proceeded in well-ordered calm. Lord Chilminster made no further reference to the debatable topic; only talked lightly and pleasantly on a variety of non-committal subjects. As the lady's host that, of course, was the only attitude he could adopt; but the fact remains that he did so de bonne volonté.
Then, as the humor of the situation began to appeal to him, so did the good looks of the girl. "Really," he began. "You see I " "Don't talk, get under way!" commanded Jeannette. "Quick! Her ladyship has altered her mind about going out. You've got to take me to Sapworth Hall. It's thirty miles. I want to be there by lunch-time. Do you know the way?" "I I think so," stammered Chilminster.
"No," she interposed hurriedly. "Well, what ought we to do about it? Of course, we can contradict it, but " "But what?" she asked, filling his pause. "I hate advertisement that is, unnecessary advertisement," Chilminster corrected himself. "It would make us I mean me look so so vacillating." He looked up rather suddenly, and just missed Jeannette's eyes by the thousandth of a second.
"Don't don't you think we had better take the consequences?" said Chilminster, as he reached across the table and let his hand fall on hers. Mrs. Urmy stood at the window looking with lack-lustre eyes across the park.
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