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He's staying at his own place, Farringay I think from the way Laura spoke it is what one calls a place and they expect him by the morning train. Laura's to meet him in the car." "Did you ask her to bring him in to tea," said Rowsley, frowning over the marmalade jar, "when Val is safe to be out and you didn't know I should be here?" "Yes: oughtn't I to have?" "No."
"Not I. I'll stay as long as you and Laura care to keep me." "I and Laura, hey?" Bernard's flush faded: he slipped from Hyde's arm. "H'm, yes, you're old friends, aren't you? Met at Farringay? I'd forgotten that." He shut his eyes. "And Laura's dying to renew the intimacy. It's dull for her down here. Take him into the garden, Lally.
"It can't really be fourteen years, Laura, since you were staying at Farringay." "Flatterer!" said Laura, smiling but startled, and rising from her chair. "This to an old married woman!" "Ah! when I remember that I knew you before this fellow did !" "Here, I say," came Bernard's voice across the table, riotously amused, "none o' that! none o' that!"
We're cousins by marriage, which constitutes a sort of tie. Besides, you let me at Farringay." "Farringay. . . . What a long while ago it seems! I can't keep up any pretence of juvenility with you, can I? We were the same age then so we're both thirty-six now. Isn't it strange to think that half one's life is over? Mine doesn't seem ever to have begun.
"When it became impossible to leave him with Lizzie I sent him to school. He spends his holidays with my agent here at Farringay. He's quite a nice little chap, and good looking, like Arther, and by the gossip of the neighbourhood I'm supposed to be his father. Do you mind leaving it at that? It's no worse for him and less ignominious for me."
It was one March evening six mouths later, one of those warm, still, sunshot-and-grey March evenings when elm-root are blue with violets and the air is full of the faint indeterminate scent of tree flowers, that Lawrence brought his bride home to Farringay.
Hyde were among the last of the old set who kept up with us after father was turned out of his clubs. I've stayed at Farringay." "You never told me that!" "I never thought of telling you. Lawrence hasn't been near us since we came to Wanhope and I don't recollect your ever mentioning his name. You see I tell you now." "How old were you when you stayed at Farringay?" "Twenty-two.
Bernard's moods required delicate handling. "He's a cool hand anyhow to write like that to a woman about her husband. But Lawrence always was a cool hand. I remember the turn-up we had in the Farringay woods when I was twelve and he was fourteen. He nearly murdered me. But I paid him out," said Bernard in a glow of pleasurable reminiscence. "He was too heavy for me.
Don't you worry: I'll look after myself. I always do. I'm a charming guest, no trouble to any one." "At least have a cigarette while you're waiting for lunch! I'm sorry to have none to offer you." "Don't you smoke now? You did at Farringay." "No, I've given it up. I never much cared for it, and Bernard does so hate to see a woman smoking. He is very old-fashioned in some ways."
It is a lovely place, Farringay, but it's full of Fleet ghosts and the neighbourhood doesn't let me forget that I'm an alien." "But how absurd! how narrow-minded!" exclaimed Isabel. "Houses must change hands now and then, and I dare say your father was a better landlord than the Fleets were. Besides, see how much worse it might have been!
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