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The red mounted in Daphne's cheek. She began, moreover, to feel herself at a disadvantage to which she was not accustomed. Dr. Lelius, meanwhile, turned to Mrs. Fairmile, whenever she was allowed to speak, with a joyous yet inarticulate deference he had never shown to his hostess. They understood each other at a word or a glance.
But as soon as he had taken his departure, Chloe perhaps would take hers; and if so, Daphne's jealousy would be worse than ever. Whatever deserts he might place between himself and Mrs. Fairmile, Daphne would imagine them together. Meanwhile, there was that Lilliput bond, that small, chafing entanglement, which Chloe had flung round him in her persistence about the letters.
So she withdrew angrily from the scene, and tried not to know what was going on. Meanwhile a note of invitation had been addressed to Daphne by the Duchess, and had been accepted; Roger had been reminded, at the point of the bayonet, that go he must; and Dr. Lelius had transferred himself from Heston to Upcott, and the companionship of Mrs. Fairmile. It was the last day of the Frenches' visit.
And as to the 'cruelty' that wouldn't give you any trouble!" Daphne had flushed deeply. It was only by a great effort that she maintained her composure. Her eyes avoided him. "Mrs. Fairmile?" she said in a low voice. He threw back his head with a sound of scorn. "Mrs. Fairmile!
The ball at Brendon House Chloe still felt the triumph of it in her veins still saw the softening in Roger's handsome face, the look of lazy pleasure, and the disapproval or was it the envy? in the eyes of certain county magnates looking on. Since then, no communication between Heston and Upcott. Mrs. Fairmile was now a couple of miles from the meet.
Fairmile, as she sat fingering a cigarette between the two men, and gossiping of people and politics, the butler entered, and whispered a message to the Duchess. The mistress of the house laughed. "Chloe! who do you think has called? Old Marcus, of South Audley Street. He's been at Brendon House buying up their Romneys, I should think. And as he was passing here, he wished to show me something.
"It wasn't quite nice, was it, outbidding her like that in her own house?" Daphne flared up at once, declaring that she wanted no lessons in deportment from him or anyone else, and then demanding fiercely what was the meaning of his two disappearances with Mrs. Fairmile.
Suddenly she bent over and laid a gloved hand on his arm. "Hadn't it?" she said, in a low voice. He started. But he neither looked at her nor shook her off. "What the house?" was the ungracious reply. "I'm sure I don't know; I never thought about it whether it was pretty or ugly, I mean. It suited us, and it amused mother to fiddle about with it." Mrs. Fairmile withdrew her hand.
The slight, slowly-moving figure stood for meditation, and Elsie French knew enough to understand that the incidents of the afternoon might well supply any friend of Roger Barnes's with food for meditation. Herbert had not been in the drawing-room when Mrs. Fairmile was calling, but no doubt he had met her in the hall when she was on her way to her carriage.
They don't get on, and I suppose she comes and quarters herself on the old Duchess as she used to on us." "You seem to know all about her! Yes, I remember now, I've heard people speak of her to you. Mrs. Fairmile Mrs. Fairmile yes, I remember," said Daphne, in a brooding voice, her cheeks becoming suddenly very red. "Your uncle in town mentioned her. I didn't take any notice." "Why should you?
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