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"If it's to choose, I'd as soon choose Marion." Plank looked at Leila, who laughed. "All right; choose, then!" said Sylvia. "Howard, you're dying, of course, to play with me, but you're looking very guiltily at Agatha." The major asked Leila at once; so Plank fell to Sylvia, pitted against Marion and Grace Ferrall.
He's such a muff, you know, that the very sight of his pointed beard and pompadour hair and his complacency sets me in fidgets to stir him up." "I don't think you'd best use me for the stick next time," said Siward. "He's not my cousin you know." Mrs. Ferrall shrugged her boyish shoulders: "By the way" she said curiously "who was that girl?"
But," Ferrall reined in to listen, "but if ever a man awakens her I don't care who he is you'll see a girl you never knew, a brand-new creature emerge with the last rags and laces of conventionality dropping from her; a woman, Kemp, heiress to every generous impulse, every emotion, every vice, every virtue of all that brilliant race of hers." "You seem to know," he said, amused and curious.
And had other people continued to accept him, too? What would Quarrier think of his presence at Shotover? She began to realise that she was a little afraid of Quarrier's opinions. And his opinions were always judgments. However Grace Ferrall had thought it proper to ask him, and that meant social absolution. As far as that went she also was perfectly ready to absolve him if he needed it.
I've been talking about you to Grace Ferrall; I asked to be placed beside you at dinner; I told her I hadn't had half enough of you on the cliff. Now what do you think of yourself for being too nice to a susceptible girl? I think it's immoral." They both were laughing now; several people glanced at them, smiling in sympathy.
I'll ask Kemp if you like. Why? Isn't it all right to build them?" "I suppose so. Howard is in it somehow. In fact Howard's company is behind Mr. Siward's, I believe." Grace Ferrall turned and looked at the girl beside her, laughing outright.
But it only made me like him; and no doubt that actress he took to the Patroons is better company than he finds in nine places out of ten among his own sort." "Oh," said Grace Ferrall slowly, "if that is the way you feel, I don't see why you shouldn't play with Mr. Siward whenever you like." "Nor I. I've been a perfect fool not to. Howard hates him." "How do you know?" "What a question!
A bath followed; he dressed leisurely, and was pacing the room, fussing with his collar, when Ferrall knocked and entered, finding a seat on the bed. "Stephen," he said bluntly, "I haven't seen you since that break of yours at the club." "Rotten, wasn't it?" commented Siward, tying his tie. "Perfectly.
Two matters occupied him; since "cup day" he had never had another opportunity to see Sylvia Landis alone; that was the first matter. He had touched neither wine nor spirits nor malt since the night Ferrall had found him prone, sprawling in a stupor on his disordered bed.
Once, too, she had remarked in Quarrier's hearing to Ferrall, who was complaining about the loss of his hair, that a hairless head was a visitation from Heaven, but a beard was a man's own fault. Once they came very close to a definite rupture, close enough to scare her after all the heat had gone out of her and the matter was ended.
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