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Clarke to prove her undoing? Esme Darlington was pulling his ducal beard almost nervously. A faint hum went through the densely packed court. Mrs. Chetwinde moved and used her fan for a moment. Dion did not dare to look at Guy Daventry. He was realizing, with a sort of painful sharpness, how great a change a verdict against Mrs. Clarke must make in her life.
Dion remembered the falling star above Drouva. This time he was swift with a wish, but it was not a wish for his friend. They reached Hyde Park Corner just before midnight and parted there. Dion hailed a hansom, but Daventry declared with determination that he was going to walk all the way home to Phillimore Gardens. "To get up my case, to arrange things mentally," he explained.
"You haven't been in court before to-day, have you?" she said to Dion. "No." "Why did you come to-day?" "Well, I " He hesitated. "I promised Mr. Daventry to come to-day." "That was it!" said Mrs. Clarke, and she looked out of the window. Dion felt rather uncomfortable as he spoke to Mrs. Chetwinde and left further conversation with Mrs.
Do you want Beattie to marry Guy Daventry?" "Of course I do. Don't you?" "Dear Beattie! I want her to be happy. But I think it's very difficult, even when one knows some one very, very well, to know just how she can get happiness, through just what." "Rose, have I made you happy?" "Yes." "As happy as you could be?" "I think, perhaps, you will have soon." "Oh, you mean ?" "Yes."
"Deeply, because she's my first client in a cause celebre." "Have you forgotten her book again?" "Her book? 'The Kasidah'? I've got it here." He tapped the capacious side pocket of his coat. "You saw it then?" he added. "Beattie had it when I went upstairs." "I wonder what she made of it," Daventry said, with softness in his voice. "Don't ever let Rosamund see it, by the way.
He was perfectly composed and as clever as he could be in the box, but I'm sure, somehow, the jury were against him." "Why?" "I hardly know. It may be something in his personality." "I believe he's a beast," said Dion. "There!" exclaimed Daventry, wrinkling his forehead. "If the Judge thinks as you do it may just turn things against us." "Why did she make a friend of the fellow?"
You thought I wouldn't follow you to England because I should shrink from facing my mother, perhaps, and my wife's relatives, and all the people who know what I've done. I don't shrink from meeting any one, and I'll prove it to you." He pulled a letter out of its envelope. "This is from Beatrice Daventry. In it she tells me a piece of news."
The king had now a small, but gallant army, all brave tried soldiers, and seemed eager to engage the new-modelled army; and his Majesty, hearing that Sir Thomas Fairfax, having raised the siege of Oxford, advanced towards him, fairly saves him the trouble of a long march, and meets him half way. The army lay at Daventry, and Fairfax at Towcester, about eight miles off.
A lifeguardsman, in a red cloak, and a woman drifted away over the frost among the trees. "I love Mrs. Clarke as a client, but perhaps I love her even more because, through her, I hope to get hold of something I've I've let drop," continued Daventry. "What's that?" Daventry put his arm through Dion's.
"I can bear with bad energy almost more easily and comfortably than with slackness." During dinner, without seeming to, Dion observed and considered Beatrice and Daventry, imagining them wife and husband. He felt sure Daventry would be very happy. As to Beatrice, he could not tell.
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