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Please please!" it whispered. The grounds immediately appertaining to Craford New Manor are traversed by a brook. It is a pretty brook, and pleasing to the ear, with its purl and tinkle of crisp water. And now, as Anthony, heading for the Wetherleigh-wards exit of the park, approached the brook, to cross it, "Sh, sh please, please," a whisper stopped him.
"Craford of Craford," Franco corrected him. "But there it is," said Adrian. "Now see how I 'm forced to disappoint you. I 'm awfully sorry, but I 'm not Mr. Anthony Craford no, nor Craford of Craford, either." "What?" puzzled Franco. "Not Craford?" puzzled Baldo. "No," said Adrian, sadly. "I 'm awfully sorry, but my name is Willes." "Willes?" said Franco.
"Would you?" said Anthony, surprised, encouraged. But, in a second, despondency had closed round him again. "You see," he signified, "the situation is uncommonly delicate one 's at a double and twisted disadvantage." "How so?" Miss Sandus asked, looking up. "She's established here for the summer. I, of all men, must n't be the one to make Craford impossible for her." "I see," said Miss Sandus.
To keep in its shelter, they had to walk very close to each other, their arms touching sometimes. I daresay they were both pretty wet when they reached Craford New Manor, but I don't think either minded much.
An instant later, she had slightly inclined her head, smiled a good-bye into Anthony's eyes, and was moving briskly away, in the direction of Craford New Manor. Adrian, pink with the livelier pink of Adrian freshly tubbed and razored, and shedding a cheerful aroma of bay-rum, regarded Anthony, across the bowlful of roses that occupied the centre of the breakfast table, with a show of perplexity.
I 'm doubting whether there was anyone to disembarrass that flyman of yours of your luggage. So he 's probably driven off with it all to his humble, happy home. I see none of it about. Never mind. There 'll be some of your old things in Mrs. W.'s camphor-chest, perhaps; or if it comes to a pinch, I can lend you a garment or so of my own, and then won't Craford of Craford cut a figure of fun!
What secret profligacy must a man be guilty of, who squanders such stacks of money? Burst me, if I might n't as well be steward to a bottomless pit. However, Providence be praised, and my own supernatural diligence, I 'm in command of quite unhoped-for resources. Craford New Manor is let." "So you remarked before," said Anthony, all but yawning.
"I wished to pass the summer in England, and was looking for a country house. The agent in London mentioned Craford New Manor, among a number of others, and Miss Sandus and I came down to see it. The prospect of finding myself the tenant of my exiled sovereign rather appealed to me appealed to my sense of romance and to my sense of humour.
"And, anyhow, what's the good of possessing power, if you 're not to exercise and enjoy it?" The clock on the mantelpiece began to strike three. "Mr. Craford," announced a servant. Miss Sandus fled from the room by a French window. Susanna returned her cue to the rack.
"And therefore," Adrian brought his theorem to its conclusion, "unless you particularly aspire to seem and to be an absolute barbarian, a bear, a boor, a churl, and a curmudgeon," each epithet received an augmented stress, "you must call at Craford New Manor with the least possible delay.
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