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In the evening of that day he dined in De Lorne Gardens with Beatrice and Guy Daventry and his mother, and again, as in Knightsbridge, something was said about the Welsley question. Dion gathered that Rosamund's devotion to Welsley was no secret in "the family."
"I'm not quite sure myself what I mean, honestly, Dion." "Well, let's suppose it. If it were so, would it be fair?" "I think Beattie's so really good that Mr. Daventry, as he loves her, could scarcely be unhappy with her." Dion thought for a moment, then he said: "Perhaps with Guy it wouldn't be unfair, but, you know, Rose, that sort of thing wouldn't do with some men.
On the contrary, I'm asking as many as my house will hold. It's on January the fifteenth." It happened that the invitation arrived in Little Market Street by the last post, and that, earlier in the day, Daventry had met Dion in the Club and had casually told him that Mrs.
Last night, coming somewhere south of the Andamans, we saw a ship on fire; she was adrift, lost her masts and all boats but one. The captain asked me to send help as soon as I got here, and Miss Bunce was good enough to accept our escort, and here we are." "Good heavens!" exclaimed Mr. Daventry. "But I don't understand yet. How did you come to be by the Andamans? Where did you come from?"
The maid came in carrying a woman's meal, and Dion's strange moment was over. When he got to Great Cumberland Place, Daventry, who was to make a fourth, had just arrived, and was taking off his coat in the hall. He looked unusually excited, alert in an almost feverish way, which was surprising in him. "I'm in a case," he said, "a quite big case. Bruce Evelin's got it for me.
A few nights after her call the Daventrys dined in Little Market Street, and Daventry, whose happiness had raised him not only to the seventh-floor flat, but also to the seventh heaven, mentioned that she had been, and that they were going to dine with her at Claridge's on the following night.
From Coventry he arrived at Daventry, from Daventry at Stratford, and from Stratford at Dunstable, whither he came the next day a little after noon, and within a few hours after Sophia had left it; and though he was obliged to stay here longer than he wished, while a smith, with great deliberation, shoed the post-horse he was to ride, he doubted not but to overtake his Sophia before she should set out from St Albans; at which place he concluded, and very reasonably, that his lordship would stop and dine.
Clarke a little better, from her own evidence, he knew just what Daventry meant. He looked upon the life of unwisdom, and he was able to feel its fascination. There were scents in it that lured, and there were colors that tempted; in its night there was music; about it lay mystery, shadows, and silver beams of the moon shining between cypresses like black towers.
Daventry stood still. "I'm going to ask her almost directly." "Come on, Guy, or we shall have all the blackbirds round us. Look over there." Not far off, among the trees, two slinking and sinister shadows of men seemed to be intent upon them. "Isn't it incredible to practise the profession of a blackmailer out of doors on a night like this?" said Dion.
He looked out over the long stretch of unruffled water, filmed over with ice near the shores, and saw a tiny dark object traveling through it with self-possession and an air of purpose beneath the constellations; some aquatic bird up to something, heedless of the approaching midnight and the Great Bear. "Look at that little beggar!" said Daventry.
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