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Updated: April 30, 2025
It was a very different Freddie from the moody youth who had returned to the box after his conversation with Uncle Chris. He was leaning against a piece of scenery with his head tilted back and a beam of startled happiness on his face. So rapt was he in his reflections that he did not become aware of Derek's approach until the latter spoke. "Got a cigarette, Freddie?"
Why don't you take Sir Derek and give him a cup of coffee?" "Capital idea!" said Uncle Chris. "Come this way, my dear fellow. As Mrs Peagrim says, I have ever so much to talk about. Along this passage, my boy. Be careful. There's a step. Weil, well, well! It's delightful to see you again!" He massaged Derek's arm affectionately.
Felix, not much happier than she, answered: "The man had something queer about him. Besides Derek's been ill, don't forget that. But it's too bad for you, Nedda. I don't like it; I don't like it." "I can't be parted from him, Dad. That's impossible." Felix was silenced by the vigor of those words. "His mother can help, perhaps," he said. Ah!
It had been the one jarring note in the sweet melody of her love-story, this apprehension of Derek's regarding his mother. The Derek she loved was a strong man, with a strong man's contempt for other people's criticism; and there had been something ignoble and fussy in his attitude regarding Lady Underhill. She had tried to feel that the flaw in her idol did not exist.
There was a young bride of Antigua, who said to her mate, 'What a pig you are! Said he, 'Oh, my queen, is it manners you mean, or do you allude to my fig-u-ar? Isn't my figuar all right, Freddie?" "Oh, I think you're topping." "But for some reason you're afraid that Derek's mother won't think so. Why won't Lady Underhill agree with Mr Gossip?" Freddie hesitated. "Speak up!"
"I will leave you to think it over. All I will say is that, though I only met her yesterday, I can assure you that I am quite confident that this girl is just the sort of harum-scarum, so-called 'modern' girl who is sure some day to involve herself in a really serious scandal. I don't want her to be in a position to drag you into it as well. Yes, Parker, what is it? Is Sir Derek's cab here?"
In Tod's and Kirsteen's room she found a little table and a pillow, and something that might do, and having devised a contrivance by which this went into that and that into this and nothing whatever showed, she conveyed the whole very quietly up near dear Derek's room, and told darling Nedda to go down-stairs and look for something that she knew she would not find, for she could not think at the moment of any better excuse.
There's nothing I won't do! Nothing! By Jove!" shouted Uncle Chris, raising his voice in a red-hot frenzy of emotion, "I'll work! Yes, by Gad, if it comes right down to it, I'll work!" He brought his fist down with a crash on the table where Derek's flowers stood in their bowl. The bowl leaped in the air and tumbled over, scattering the flowers on the floor.
Years afterwards, Jill could not bring herself to think of that brief but age-long period which lay between the evening when she read Derek's letter and the morning when, with the wet sea-wind in her face and the cry of the wheeling sea-gulls in her ears, she stood on the deck of the liner that was taking her to the land where she could begin a new life.
Felix heard the clearing of a throat close by, and, more than ever conscious of the scent of gutta-percha, grasped its connection with compassion in the heart of Mr. Pogram. He caught Derek's muttered, "Don't ever think we're forgetting you, Bob," and something that sounded like, "And don't ever say you did it." Then, passing Felix and the little lawyer, the boy went out.
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