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"But surely you must see for yourself, love, that it would be most awkward for both of them? I almost think I had better ask Mrs Jardine to take in dear Honour for the time. She would be delighted, I am sure." "You know best, my dear. If Lady Cinnamond would not mind finding herself under such an obligation to Mrs Jardine, it is not for me to make objections."
"You might bring Miss Cinnamond's fan, Hal," said Charteris, dexterously offering his arm first, and thus they returned to Lady Cinnamond, who had been a prey to grievous anxiety, disguised with an iron will lest public attention should be attracted to Honour's absence. "Oh, Hal, my hated r-r-rival!" breathed Charteris, slapping his friend on the back when they got out into the open air.
A copy of the Bombay paper in which these letters appeared was sent to Sir Arthur Cinnamond by a friend who thought he ought to know what was being said, and it fell into Honour's hands. Sir Arthur, dozing over a cheroot in the hottest part of the day, was rudely awakened by the apparition of the tragic figure of his daughter, holding out the offending journal. "Papa, have you read this?
It was dark when he got back to his quarters, and he started when Charteris bounced up out of the depths of a long chair. "I thought you were never coming! Hal, I've seen her." His tone was so instinct with rapture that Gerrard's heart stood still. "Where?" he asked hoarsely. "At the band. Driving with her mother. Lady Cinnamond was uncommon kind let me ride on her side of the carriage.
"What! no message for poor Mr Charteris?" she inquired archly, as Honour's hand touched Gerrard's to the accompaniment of a single murmured word of farewell. "Miss Cinnamond knows that I should feel honoured in carrying any message of hers," he said stiffly. Honour blushed red, though she looked annoyed. "Oh, give him my best wishes, please!" she said lightly.
Highly pleased, Mrs Jardine gave him a tap with her fan. "Oh, you quiet young men are just as naughty as the rest with your compliments, indeed! But if I were to repeat to you what a little bird told me, you would never, never betray me?" Earnest assurances on Gerrard's part. "Well, then, I hear that Miss Cinnamond is not very happy at home!" "I am sorry to hear it," said Gerrard mechanically.
Well, what I was going to say was, why should Miss Cinnamond, who is not happy at home, refuse so many eligible suitors, if it was not that her heart is already engaged? There! I mustn't bore you any longer. Why, you are looking quite excited! Have I given you just one little tiny crumb of comfort? Don't thank me; doing kindnesses is my only pleasure."
But here discord stepped between them in the fair form of Miss Honour Cinnamond, the youngest daughter of the General commanding the Division, and after edifying the station for some time by their ardent rivalry, Charteris and Gerrard were no longer on speaking terms.
There was a slight quiver of amusement about the lips of the General's wife. "Oh, dear Lady Cinnamond, how could you imagine that I would suggest such a thing? We all know how well you have married your girls, down to dear Mrs Cowper herself. And of course, if you are satisfied, I have nothing more to say. Only it seemed that as a true friend, if I may say so "
Suppose Antony had written, 'Return to your sorrowing chief, and all shall be forgiven, and done the heavy father business when they turned up, and set both Mrs Antonys and Lady Cinnamond to call on the Begum Arbuthnot, what would it have been but an encouragement to other fellows to go and do likewise?" "Will the fellow find it worth it, I wonder?
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