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And here she looked down, and her white hand, with its perfectly kept nails, lying upon the coverlet so near him, John Derringham lifted it in his feeble grasp and touched it with his lips. He was so grateful for her kindness and affected by her beauty; he could not do less, he felt. And after that, with a deliciously girlish and confused gasp, Mrs. Cricklander had hastily quitted the room.
We shall probably have to do it in a business-like way; your house will be mine, of course, but I will make you very comfortable as my guest!" and she smiled with suitable playfulness. "Let the lawyers talk over these things, not you and me you may be sure mine will look after me!" John Derringham felt the blood tingling in his ears.
It had not changed in the slightest degree in the seven years since he had seen it first, nor had the two ancient spinsters themselves. They were most graciously glad to receive him, and gave him tea out of the thinnest china cups, and at last Miss Roberta said: "Our great-niece Halcyone will be coming down in a moment, Mr. Derringham. She has grown up into a very tall girl.
But John Derringham held her two hands, detaining her. "I will make all the arrangements in these next few days," he said. "I am going to Wendover for Whitsuntide. I will get away from there, though, and come across the park and meet you, darling, here at our tree, and we will settle exactly what to do and when to go."
"Don't tell me he has developed into a crank," said Mrs. Derringham. "There's something so underbred about crankiness; and the Harwich family have always been essentially aristocrats." "I shouldn't think Armine was a crank, but I do think he is an idealist. He considers Watts's allegorical pictures the greatest things in Art that have been done since Botticelli enshrined Purity in paint.
"I should make a capital cook," said John Derringham, with smiling eyes, "but I should certainly refuse to cook for anyone but myself; and you, Mr. Green, who may be an indifferent artist in that respect, would have perhaps a bad dinner." "I never understand," interrupted Mrs. Cricklander "when everything is socialistic, shall we not be able to live in these nice houses?"
But, before he could do so, he got an evening paper and read a brief notice that John Derringham had met with a severe accident of what exact nature the press association had not yet learned and was lying in a critical condition at Wendover Park, the country seat of the "beautiful American society leader, Mrs.
She paused a second and John Derringham was astonished at himself because he was conscious of experiencing a thrill of deep interest. "Yes?" he said and her voice went on: "'But to the souls of fire I give more fire and to those who are manful I give a might more than man's.
"Is there a servant waiting? She can't go all alone!" The Professor leaned back in his chair. "Don't disturb yourself," he said. "Halcyone is accustomed to the twilight. It is a strange night-creature leave it alone." John Derringham sat down again. "She is not nearly so attractive-looking as she used to be. If I remember, she was rather a weirdly pretty child."
How long would the Radicals last if they do come in? and it looks like a certainty that they will." "Seven years, most likely," said John Derringham a little bitterly. "Or perhaps to the end of time. Your friend Mr. Green could tell you more accurately than I. Does the fact interest you very deeply?" "Yes," she said, and narrowed her eyes.
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