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His liberty that which a man of his type most prizes when he finds it being encroached upon had been threatened. There was no forgiveness in the heart of him for that. In the sudden freedom of his affections just as Mrs. Durlacher had so deftly anticipated he had let them drift a moth to the nearest candle, a floating seed to the nearest shore and Coralie Standish-Roe had claimed them.
She broke into a light, ringing laugh at his ironical humour; but he took no notice of that. "Where were you two going?" he added. He addressed the question to Sally, turning his eyes to hers. Mrs. Durlacher interposed the answer. "I was going to show Miss Bishop round the house before lunch," she said. "I thought you might show her the grounds afterwards."
Durlacher guaranteed she should not shine on that occasion before her brother. For that day, then, she had cancelled all her engagements. The opening of the bazaar, a function at which she had felt it her duty to be present, she crossed out of her book.
Durlacher, the perfect woman of society perfectly robed, perfectly mannered, perfectly painted, was a moment as superficial as one, so charged with possibilities, could be. And through that moment, over it, almost as if it were an occurrence of her daily life, Mrs.
Durlacher, when, one morning late in April, she drove up in her motor to the old iron-barred oak-door which opened into the panelled hall of her country residence. She was alone. Her maid and another servant had come down by rail to High Wycombe and were being driven over in one of the house conveyances from the station, a distance of five miles.
Durlacher, "you've introduced me to a diplomatist. She says what she means without telling you what she says." Traill thought that it all alluded to the portrait of James Brownrigg imagined that Sally agreed with him, yet did not like to contradict his sister, and he laughed with amusement at the smartness of her retort. But Sally returned to her seat, conscious that she had made an enemy.
"Lovely place isn't it?" "Yes, I thought it was wonderful. Did Mrs. Durlacher talk to you about me at all?" She could not hold herself from that curiosity. Into her voice she drilled all the orderliness of casual inquiry; but give way to it she must.
Then, I suppose, he'll marry get a house in Town like we have and use Apsley, as we've done, for his friends." "But, my dear Dolly what on earth will you do?" "Do?" Mrs. Durlacher rose with a sigh. "Well there's prayer and fasting; but there'll be considerably more fasting than prayer, I should imagine.
The chauffeur descended from the seat, opened the door of the car, and when she had passed into the house, beckoned a gardener who was at work on one of the tulip beds, to help him in with some of the luggage which Mrs. Durlacher had brought with her. "She's coming to stay, then?" said the gardener. "S'pose so," replied the chauffeur.
All the making up for the part it lent; but the acting of it was beyond her. "You've met his sister, Mrs. Durlacher haven't you?" he asked presently. She saw no motive in this. She felt thankful for it glad to be able to say that she had. "She was at Prince's the other day when I was there and she told me that Jack had taken you down to Apsley." "Yes, I went down with him in April."
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