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Charteris produced a shilling. 'My ewe lamb, he said. 'Tails. Tails it was. Charteris expressed his intention of striking westward and drawing the Spinney. He and Tony made their way thither, Swift and Daintree moving off together in the opposite direction. 'This is jolly rum, said Tony, as they entered the Spinney. 'I wonder where the deuce the man has got to? 'Yes.
"It is very hideous," she said, almost apologetically, "especially the chancel; Mr. Daintree wants to have it restored, but I suppose that can't be done at all now." "Why can't it be done?" "Oh, because nothing can be done unless the chancel is pulled down; that belongs to the lay rector, and he has refused to restore it." "Sir John Kynaston is the lay rector." "Yes!"
I don't know whether a man could be court-martialled for cheeking a nurse, but the threat had a good effect on Pat He really was a bit afraid of that woman. I don't wonder, though it's the first time I've ever known him afraid of anyone." Daintree paused and chuckled horribly. "Well," I said, "who was the girl?" "Haven't you tumbled to it yet?" said Daintree. "No. Do I know her?"
Daintree was delighted, and asked the pretty little girl to come again to arrange a dinner-table for her the following week. With her golden sovereign and her shilling tucked tightly away in her glove Jasmine did not feel altogether miserable as she went home; even though Daisy might still be lost, those first earnings were sweet.
Marion stands contemplating it, wrapt in ecstatic admiration; old Mrs. Daintree has gone away. "It is perfectly lovely! I am so glad you had silk instead of satin; nothing could show off Lady Kynaston's lace so well: is it not beautiful? you ought to try it on. Why, Vera! what is the matter? I believe you have been crying." "I was thinking of Theodora," she murmurs.
She could never be untrue to herself with Eustace Daintree; she was always at her very best with him, humble and gentle; and she could no more have told him a lie, or put him off with vague conventionalities, than she could have committed a deadly sin.
"Yes, very likely, Eustace," answered Vera, at random. She has not heard one single word he has said. Eustace Daintree looks round at her sharply. He sees that she is very white, and that there are tears upon her cheeks. "Why, Vera!" he cries, standing still, you have not listened to a word I have been saying. "What is the matter, child? Why are you crying?"
Daintree would have got his story out of him if she thought he was really in need of sympathy, whether he sat in a chair all day or was able to row races in the lake in the gardener's punt.
Vera takes up the note and opens it. "May I have the crest, auntie?" clamours Tommy before she had read three words of it. "Is it about the horse he has offered you to ride?" asks his mother. But Vera answers nothing; she gets up quietly, and leaves the room without a word. "Extraordinary!" gasps Mrs. Daintree; "Vera's manners are certainly most abrupt and unlady-like at times, Marion.
When they came back Marion had finished her housekeeping and was in the room busy cutting out unbleached calico into poor men's shirts, on the grand piano, an instrument which she maintained had been specially and originally called into existence for no other purpose. Mrs. Daintree still sat in her chimney corner. Vera was at the writing-table with her back to the room, writing a letter.
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