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"You are in my confidence," she continued, "and have seen how circumstances combined against me. Who could have dreamt those Chipchase girls had such a provokingly pretty cousin? They had never even mentioned her very existence." "Yes, it is awkward," replied Cottrell slowly, "a Miss Chipchase turning up who is dangerous decidedly dangerous."
"I can't say what they expect in the way of entertainment," exclaimed Beauchamp, "but they seem to think that we have at all events chartered the Great Eastern. We are perfectly inundated with applications for tickets." "No doubt," replied Cottrell, as he took a chair beside them; "and from people of whose existence you were in happy ignorance.
They found quite a fashionable mob already there assembled, for, as Mr. Cottrell had told them, to see the Canadians play La Crosse was one of the novelties of the season.
I can only say he and Miss Chipchase are engaged in a very high-pressure flirtation, if it only means that." "Jim going to marry Sylla! Why, I thought " And here Blanche paused abruptly, and a rather compromising blush suffused her face. "Ah, you thought," observed Cottrell, "that it was a mere flirtation.
As the Todborough carriages drove up, Captain Conyers and one or two of his brother officers stepped forward to welcome the party, and, as Lady Mary had anticipated, almost the next people to greet them were the Reverend Austin Chipchase, his daughters, and niece. "Good morning, Mr. Cottrell," said Sylla, with an arch glance at her fellow-conspirator of last night.
Cottrell is taking care of her, Blanche is in good hands; I need not trouble myself much about her." "You make a terrible mistake there, Lady Mary," said Sylla, in accents of mock anguish. "Mr. Cottrell is one of the most dangerous and inconstant of his sex.
"I fancy the success is due more to Miss Sylla than him," rejoined Pansey Cottrell, suavely. "Jim, as we all know, though one of the best of fellows, is the most execrable of actors; and I don't think those tableaux look like his inspiration." "I am sure he is quite as good as the generality of amateurs," retorted Lady Mary, with no little asperity.
If she could but have got hold of Jim and told him that there were particular reasons why the Grange party should not attend upon this occasion! but no, Pansey Cottrell was entertaining her with a scandalous and apparently interminable narrative of the doings of one of her friends, and she felt she had been as effectually buttonholed as if she were the victim of the Ancient Mariner.
"Men always do make such fools of themselves about girls of that sort," said Lady Mary, with no little asperity. "Tell me, did you notice anything between them?" "Between whom?" replied Cottrell languidly, and with an expression of such utter ignorance of her meaning in his face as did infinite credit to his histrionic powers. "Between her and Mr. Beauchamp, of course," said Lady Mary sharply.
"I am in perfectly legitimate possession of the case, although it was not made for me." Insatiable thirst for gossip is naturally allied with insatiable curiosity, and Mr. Cottrell was no exception. "J. B., J. B.?" he said, still fingering the case. "I have it! I am right, for a dollar! You borrowed it from Jim Bloxam when we were down at Todborough."
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