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But Tony still stared after the man. Presently, with a deep sigh, he started to follow him. Just once he turned, in time to see that Mr. Dauncey had landed his trout. The sun came out from behind the clouds.
'And how is Miss Dauncey? he asked, turning to his friend. Arthur Burdon smiled. 'Oh, I expect she's all right. I've not seen her today, but I'm going to tea at the studio this afternoon, and we want you to dine with us at the Chien Noir. 'I shall be much pleased. But do you not wish to be by yourselves? 'She met me at the station yesterday, and we dined together.
Margaret Dauncey shared a flat near the Boulevard du Montparnasse with Susie Boyd; and it was to meet her that Arthur had arranged to come to tea that afternoon. The young women waited for him in the studio. The kettle was boiling on the stove; cups and petits fours stood in readiness on a model stand. Susie looked forward to the meeting with interest.
We talked steadily from half past six till midnight. 'Or, rather, she talked and you listened with the delighted attention of a happy lover. Arthur Burdon had just arrived in Paris. He was a surgeon on the staff of St Luke's, and had come ostensibly to study the methods of the French operators; but his real object was certainly to see Margaret Dauncey.
One was far in the distance, one about three hundred yards up stream, and one Tony recognised as Mr. Dauncey, landlord of "The Full Basket," the square white house standing in its neat garden just on the other side of the bridge.
Tony came into the room holding out his hand. "How do you do?" he said solemnly. Hugo took it and stared at his son with strange glazed eyes. "You look fit enough, anyhow," he said, and dropped the little hand. "I came as quick as I could," Tony said eagerly to Jan. "But Mr. Dauncey caught a trout, and I had to wait a minute." "Good heavens!" Hugo exclaimed irritably.
There had been heavy rain in the night and the water was discoloured. Nobody noticed Tony, and for about an hour nothing happened. Then Mr. Dauncey got a rise. The rigid little figure on the bridge leaned further over as Mr. Dauncey's reel screamed and he followed his cast down stream. Presently, with a sense of irritation, Tony was aware of footsteps coming over the bridge.
'But Miss Dauncey has none of that narrowness of outlook which, if you forgive my saying so, is perhaps the secret of your strength. She has a delightful enthusiasm for every form of art. Beauty really means as much to her as bread and butter to the more soberly-minded. And she takes a passionate interest in the variety of life.
'It is really very surprising that a man like you should fall so deeply in love with a girl like Margaret Dauncey. Arthur made no reply, and Dr Porhoët, fearing that his words might offend, hastened to explain. 'You know as well as I do that I think her a very charming young person. She has beauty and grace and sympathy. But your characters are more different than chalk and cheese.
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