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"Yes, do. Beattie will write too, or tell Rosamund when she sees her." "Whom are you going to have?" "Oh, Mrs. Chetwinde for one, and we must see whom we can get. We'll try to make it cheery and not too imbecile." As Daventry was speaking, Dion felt certain that the dinner had an object, and he thought he knew what that object was.
He wished Rosamund were with him to see the stars, and the frost glistening white on the great stretches of grass, and the naked trees in the mysterious and romantic Park. "Shall we take the right-hand path and walk round the Serpentine?" said Daventry presently. "Yes. I don't mind. Rosamund will be asleep, I think. She goes to bed early now." "When will it be?"
And it is interesting to observe that, as a teacher, he encouraged and cherished in those whom he instructed the freedom which he had enjoyed, in his own student days, at Daventry. One of his pupils tells us that,
Dion sat down beside her, and they both bent over Robin in the gathering twilight, while the nurse went softly out of the room. Dion had quite forgotten the Clarke case. Three days later Daventry called in Little Market Street early, and was shown into the dining-room where he found Rosamund alone at the breakfast-table.
In a day or two Robin was better, in a week he was perfectly well. If he had not chanced to catch cold, would Rosamund have worn that new evening-gown at the Carlton dinner? On that question Dion had a discussion with Daventry which was disagreeable to him.
Presently, in a pause, while Daventry was considering some difficult point, Dion remembered that Beatrice was sitting upstairs alone. Her complete unselfishness always made him feel specially chivalrous towards her. Now he got up. "It's tremendously interesting, but I'm going upstairs to Beattie," he said. "Ah, how subtle of you, my boy!" said Bruce Evelin. "Subtle! Why?"
"I believe she impressed them by her independence." "Do you, though? She's marvelously intelligent. Perhaps she knows more of men, even of jurymen, than I do." At lunch they discussed the case. Daventry had had two or three chances given to him by Sir John Addington, and thought he had done quite well. "Do you think Mrs. Clarke will win?" said Dion. "I know she's innocent, but I can't tell.
I'll go up the hill and take some food to your man." "You're a good fellow," said Smith, dropping into a capacious arm-chair. Mrs. Daventry arranged a cushion behind his head, Miss Bunce placed a stool for him to stretch his legs on, and in half-a-minute he was fast asleep. "Don't wake him for an hour," said Mr. Daventry, as he left the house; "I'll see that all is ready for him."
But Echo is an exquisite pure bit of art." Dion thought of Rosamund's words about Praxiteles as they sat before Hermes. His Rosamund and Mrs. Clarke were mentally at opposite poles; yet they were both good women. "My friend Daventry would agree with you, I know," he said. "He's a clever and a very dear little man. Who's that coming in?" Dion looked and saw Canon Wilton. He told Mrs.
"Well, here is Lieutenant Smith, and he wants the petrol at once." Mr. Daventry explained where the petrol was to be sent. "No, it cannot be done, Mr. Daventry. It is Sunday morning. My store is closed, and I do not understand the hurry." "Lieutenant Smith is off to the Solomon Islands to save his father from being eaten by cannibals. There isn't a moment to lose." "Dat is strange.
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