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"She would dislike it extremely, love, as you well know. But what else is there to be done?" "I don't myself see why there should be any awkwardness at all," said James Antony sturdily. "If Miss Cinnamond is going to marry Gerrard, they had better come to an understanding and get it over, and if not why, they will have to meet in the future, and they may as well begin now.
They will have fetched the ladies down from the hills if there is trouble." "I think not. Old Cinnamond has taken the field, but there are plenty of troops in Ranjitgarh. But if she is there, Hal?" "I might speak I ain't master of myself, Bob." "Well, my dear fellow, and why not? Have you forgot what I said that you were to have the next turn?
"I have chosen the better man," murmured Honour. "But it is not Major Charteris," and the hand allowed itself to be captured. "I was certain of it!" cried Gerrard triumphantly. Honour withdrew her hand hastily. "Certain? certain of what?" she demanded. Gerrard was horrified. "Miss Cinnamond Honour my dearest one what have I done? I am an unlucky fellow! Have I offended you?"
"Yes?" said Mrs Jardine for the third time, but as it was evident no further information was forthcoming, she covered her disappointment with a little gush of friendly interest. "And do tell me, dear Lady Cinnamond, what is the dear girl's real name? As I said to Mr Jardine only two days ago, 'You may take my word for it, Samuel, Miss Cinnamond was baptized Honora or Honoria.
Sir Arthur's pessimism did not keep him from paying Honour a fatherly compliment on her appearance that evening a compliment accompanied, however, as the jam by the powder, with the reminder that she might be thankful if she ever arrived within measurable distance of her mother in looks. Lady Cinnamond, in pink satin, with a black lace shawl depending from a high jewelled comb at the back of her head in a manner reminiscent of the mantilla of her youth, laughed at the assurance, and hurried her party out to the elephant which was in waiting. The bridal pair were inclined to be pensive, privately lamenting the waste of a whole evening in public which might have been spent in a sweet solitude
Sir Arthur Cinnamond arrived from the front with the Commander-in-Chief for a week about Christmas time, and it so happened that Gerrard came suddenly upon Honour riding with her father the day after his arrival.
"For pity's sake, Hal you have the gift of the gab," growled Charteris in Gerrard's ear, as she turned agonized eyes upon them. "Play up to me, then," muttered Gerrard in response, and spoke aloud and cheerfully. "My dear Miss Cinnamond, pray don't distress yourself. My friend Charteris and I have no intention whatever of fighting a duel.
But Honour was very young, and even if time did not soften her views, closer acquaintance must. "Come to my room when you are dressed, Honour, and I will lend you my pearl necklace," said Lady Cinnamond, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder. Honour's response was drowned in the noise of horse-hoofs and clanking that announced an arrival in front of the bungalow.
"But what course were you intending to propose?" asked the hostess, with natural curiosity. Mrs Jardine looked, as she felt, confused. "Oh, well," she murmured, "if Miss Cinnamond had remained away this evening ?" "But would not that have been a little marked? I think we have all been making too much of a rather foolish affair, Mrs Jardine.
After all, now that Honour has refused both of the young men, there is no reason " "Refused them both?" cried the visitor incredulously. "Of course. I thought you would have been sure to know," said Lady Cinnamond sweetly. She rose as she spoke, and Mrs Jardine found it well to take her leave.
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