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Why, my charming little friend, she is older in some ways than you are." "Oh, nonsense. You need not flatter me." "It's not flattery, it's " The arrival of the riding party with the addition of Errington prevented him from finishing his sentence. De Burgh was told off to take Katherine in to dinner that day and the next, and bestowed a good deal of his attention on her during the evening.
"I will come and see you into a cab," returned Errington, feeling himself anxious that no one should recognize her, and not knowing when their tete-a-tete might be interrupted. They went out together, and walked a little way in silence. "You will let me come and see you, to hear " began Errington, when Katherine interrupted him. "Not just now.
The man in the tweed suit shook hands with his fair companion probably she hardly felt the prick, not sufficiently in any case to make her utter a scream. And, mind you, the scoundrel had every facility, through his friendship with Mr. Errington, of procuring what poison he required, not to mention his friend's visiting card.
Her horizon seemed suddenly suffused with light; she felt dizzy with a strange delightful glow, and confused with a sense of shame at her own unreasoning, irrational joy. What difference could Errington's marriage or no marriage make to her? "I suppose," resumed Errington, after looking earnestly at her speaking face, "that the intimacy which arose between Mr.
He rather startled me when he threw down that knife, though. I suppose it is some old Norwegian custom?" "I suppose so," Errington answered, and then was silent, for at that moment the door opened and the old farmer returned, followed by a girl bearing a tray glittering with flasks of Italian wine, and long graceful glasses shaped like round goblets, set on particularly slender stems.
The actress was dimpling and smiling, a spice of mischief in her soft blue eyes. She and Mrs. Adams had not omitted to chaff Errington about his involuntary knight-errantry, and the former had even laughingly declared it her firm belief that his journey to town the next day partook more of the nature of flight than anything else.
Diana acquiesced, and Miss de Gervais turned to Baroni with a rather mischievous smile, saying something in a foreign tongue which Diana took to be Russian. Baroni replied in the same language, frowningly, and although she could not understand the tenor of his answer, Diana was positive that she caught her own name and that of Max Errington uttered in conjunction with each other.
No master could be better fitted to have the handling of such a voice and certainly, he added mentally, Joan Stair was a ludicrously inadequate accompanist, only to be excused by her frank acknowledgment of the fact. "I'm dreadfully sorry, Di," she said at the conclusion of the song. "But I really can't manage the accompaniment." Errington rose and crossed the room to the piano.
"Don't you think so, Horace? People can pawn clothes, can't they?" The boy nodded. His eyes were fixed on her. "I looked across at him," Mrs. Errington continued, "and made a sign to him to come round to meet me by the other end, near the Row. I held up my purse so that he might understand me." "What did he do?" "He turned away and hurried off among the trees." "Ah!" "Do you know, Horace," Mrs.
"Why?" asked Thelma, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Yes why indeed?" echoed Lorimer, with a frank look at his friend. "I am afraid," and for once the generally good-humored Errington looked positively petulant "I am afraid I interrupted a pleasant conversation!" And he gave a little forced laugh of feigned amusement, but evident vexation.
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