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Then she added impressively, "I don't want this given out mother would be furious; but the first time you come across him I don't mind if you whisper the news to Freddy Soames." Cossie sent her cousin a heart-broken letter of farewell, full of underlined words and vague expressions of despair a portion of which she had copied from a dramatic love scene in a novel.
"Well, I can assure you that it's an understood thing," persisted his parent, with spiteful emphasis. "How can it be understood, when I have never asked the girl to marry me and never shall? Cossie is straight enough and can tell you that herself." "Oh, she has told me lots of things!" said her aunt mysteriously. "Well, to turn to another subject, am I to inform Mr.
"I have given her chocolates, and a couple of pairs of gloves, and answered her notes; and if Cossie imagines that every man who gives her chocolates, and answers notes about tea and tennis, is seriously in love with her, she must be incredibly foolish.
"They all do out there, and you who are so well educated and gentlemanly will soon be drawing high pay, and keeping dozens of black servants, and a motor and you know poor Cossie is so fond of you." "I am truly sorry to hear you say so; I cannot imagine why she should be fond of me; or why, quite lately, she has got this preposterous idea into her head.
He recalled Cossie, stout and smiling, with rather pretty eyes and a ceaseless flow of chatter. She had ugly hands and thick red lips, her hair was coarse, but abundant, and she frequently borrowed her sister's rouge. Cossie was immensely good-natured and affectionate, and he would be sorry to hurt her feelings, poor little thing.
"You bungled the whole thing, of course!" cried her ungrateful offspring, "I might have known you would put your foot in it; you've let him slip through your fingers and just ruined my last chance. Oh, if I'd only talked to him myself, I'd have been on my way to Burma in six months!" Then Cossie broke down, buried her head in a musty cushion, and wept sore.
Well, you might do worse; and when you marry Cossie, as is probable, I will make you a small allowance." "I haven't the smallest idea of marrying Cossie, or anyone else," he answered, with white-faced decision. "Well, she, and indeed they all, expect it." "I've never given them any reason to do so."
Cosmo glanced up, but did not speak, and presently was lost again in the thoughts from which his grandmother had roused him as one is roused by a jolt on the road. "What are you dreaming about, Cossie?" she said again, in a tone wavering but imperative. Her speech was that of a gentlewoman of the old time, when the highest born in Scotland spoke Scotch. Not yet did Cosmo reply.
However, Cossie returned home by the Underground, fortified with the conviction that the party who had witnessed her farewell were bound to realise that Douglas Shafto was her affianced lover.
On Saturday afternoons he was expected at "Monte Carlo" to join the family at tennis and high tea and here, over the little red villa, brooded yet another cloud! Cossie, the gushing and good-natured, had been given what her brother brutally termed "the chuck" by her young man; he had taken on another girl, and his repentance and return were hopeless.
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