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There is a little shop near by where you can get what you may need." Andree had acted according to her lights. It was not an olive-branch, but a touch of primitive hospitality. She was Delia's enemy at sight, but a woman must have linen. Mr. Gasgoyne entered. Gaston prepared to go. "Is there anything more that I can do?" he said, as it were, to both. The girl replied. "Nothing at all, thank you."
Now he understood: his promise to his grandmother and grandfather. So, they had spoken! He was sure that Mrs. Gasgoyne had objected. He knew that behind her playful treatment of the subject there was real scepticism of himself. It put him on his mettle, and yet he knew she read him deeper than any one else, and flattered him least. He put out his hand, and took hers.
He felt the disrespect to her, but it could not be helped it could not be helped. He said that he would call and say good-bye to her and Mrs. Gasgoyne at four o'clock. Then he left. He went to his chambers, gave Jacques instructions, did some writing, and returned at four. Mrs. Gasgoyne had not come back. She had telegraphed that she would not be in for lunch.
There is a little shop near by where you can get what you may need." Andree had acted according to her lights. It was not an olive-branch, but a touch of primitive hospitality. She was Delia's enemy at sight, but a woman must have linen. Mr. Gasgoyne entered. Gaston prepared to go. "Is there anything more that I can do?" he said, as it were, to both. The girl replied. "Nothing at all, thank you."
Besides, as she said to herself, to what good now? But she asked him to tell her something about his father. He did so quietly, picking out main incidents, and setting them forth, as he had the ability, with quiet dramatic strength. He had just finished when Delia Gasgoyne came up with Lord Dargan.
He had now had it all: the reaction was begun, and he knew it. "Well, Ian Belward, what mischief are you at now?" said Mrs. Gasgoyne. "A picture merely, and to offer homage. How have you tamed our lion, and how sweetly does he roar! I feed him at my Club to-night." "Ian Belward, you are never so wicked as when you ought most to be decent.
In the past he and Jock had been in more than one scrape together. He had learned from Mrs. Cawley that Gaston had known Jock in Canada. When Cawley had gone, Gaston turned to the other gentlemen present. "An original speech, upon my word, Belward," said Captain Maudsley. Mr. Warren Gasgoyne came. "You are expected to lunch or something to-morrow, Belward, you remember? Devil of a speech that!
"I have to wait for Mrs. Gasgoyne and Delia." "Delia! Delia! Goddess of proprieties, has it come to that!" He saw a sudden glitter in Gaston's eyes, and changed his tone. "Well, an' a man will he will, and he must be wished good-luck. So, good-luck to you! I'm sorry, though, for that cuisine in Paris, and the grand picnic at Fontainebleau, and Moban and Cerise. But it can't be helped."
Well, it would soon be up for the session. Besides, the most effective thing he could do was to disappear for the time. Be unexpected that was the key to notoriety. Delia Gasgoyne? Well, as Gaston had said, they were to meet in the Mediterranean in September; meanwhile a brief separation would be good for both. Last of all he did not wish to press it but there was a promise!
"Sophie, when you talk with the man, remember that you are near fifty, and faded. Don't be sentimental." So said Mrs. Gasgoyne to Lady Dargan, as they saw Gaston coming down the ballroom with Captain Maudsley. "Reine, you try one's patience. People would say you were not quite disinterested." "You mean Delia! Now, listen.
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