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Dennant dived her nose towards her camera. "The light's perfect now," she said, in a voice muffled by the cloth. "I feel sure that livin' with decent people will do wonders for him. Of course, he understands that his meals will be served to him apart."
There were no holes in his armour through which the impertinent might pry. "Good old Benjy!" whispered young Dennant; "I say, they look a bit short of class, those Casserols." Shelton, who was acquainted with this family, smiled. The sensuous sanctity all round had begun to influence him.
Dennant in his, leisurely, dry manner "and a beggar he is to poach, too. Least we can do 's to ask for a little shelter; what do you think?" and smiling sarcastically, as though deprecating his intention to keep dry, he rapped on the door of a prosperous-looking cottage. It was opened by a girl of Antonia's age and height. "Ah, Phoebe! Your father in?"
"What's up with you?" asked Dennant; "you look as glum as any m-monkey." "Nothing," said Shelton; "I was only thinking what humbugs we all are!" Bill Dennant stopped in the middle of the crossing, and clapped his future brother-in-law upon the shoulder. "Oh," said he, "if you're going to talk shop, I 'm off."
"Well, that's a mercy! You would n't believe the trouble I 've had with drink, especially over cooks and coachmen. And now Bunyan's taken to it." "Oh, you'd have no trouble with Ferrand," returned Shelton; "you couldn't tell him from a gentleman as far as manners go." Mrs. Dennant smiled one of her rather sweet and kindly smiles. "My dear Dick," she said, "there's not much comfort in that.
No violence had been done; he could afford to smile smile at himself, at Mr. Dennant, at to-morrow; smile at the sweet aroma of the earth, the shy, unwilling sweetness that only rain brings forth. The luncheon hour at Holm Oaks, was, as in many well-bred country houses out of the shooting season, be it understood the soulful hour.
A holm oak tree shaded one corner, and its thick dark foliage gave an unexpected depth to the green smoothness of the scene. As Shelton and Antonia came up, Bernard Dennant stopped and cordially grasped Shelton's hand. From the far side of the net Thea, in a shortish skirt, tossed back her straight fair hair, and, warding off the sun, came strolling up to them.
Dennant, "there are the Foliots; but nobody calls on them." "Ah!" said the Connoisseur, "the Foliots the Foliots the people er who quite so!" "It's really distressin'; she looks so sweet ridin' about. Many people with worse stories get called on," continued Mrs.
"Ah, that's very dull," remarked the Connoisseur. "My dear Dick," said Mrs. Dennant, "that was really a most touchin' story about his goin' without food in Paris." Shelton shot another look at Antonia; her face was frigid. "I hate your d -d superiority!" he thought, staring at the Connoisseur. "There's nothing," said that gentleman, "more enthralling than starvation. Come, Mr Shelton."
Or there's the room here in the left wing on the ground-floor where John the footman used to sleep. It's quite nice; perhaps he could have that." "You 're awfully kind," said Shelton, "but " "I should like to do something to restore his self-respect,", went on Mrs. Dennant, "if, as you say, he 's clever and all that. Seein' a little refined life again might make a world of difference to him.
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