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Updated: September 18, 2025
"From the bills I saw posted up in Martover as we came through" Sir Louis Ford lowered his voice "I gathered the amazing fact that Coryston Coryston! is going to take the chair at a meeting where Glenwilliam speaks some way on in next month." Sir Wilfrid shrugged his shoulders, with a warning glance at the stately form of Coryston's mother in the distance. "Too bad to discuss!" he said, shortly.
Miss Glenwilliam offered a seat. "Are you afraid of the grass? We could easily go indoors." "Thank you. This does very well. It was very kind of you to say you would see me." "I was delighted of course." There was a moment's pause. The two women observed each other. Lady Coryston had taken Marion's chair, and sat erect upon it.
"Of course Enid Glenwilliam would never consider appearances for a moment. She does exactly what suits her. She never bothers about chaperons, unless she absolutely must. When she sees what she wants she takes it. But Arthur!" Marcia leaned back in the car, and as in the crush of the traffic they passed under a lamp Waggin saw a countenance of genuine distress.
"Oh, my dear, I'm so sorry to have worried you. How stupid of me to mention it! I'm sure there's nothing in it." "I've half suspected it for the last month," said Marcia with low-toned emphasis. "But I wouldn't believe it! I shall tell Arthur what I think of him! Though, mind you, I admire Enid Glenwilliam myself enormously; but that's quite another thing.
Enid Glenwilliam lit her cigarette, and made no move. Her slender, long-limbed body, as it lay at ease in the deep garden chair, the pale masses of her hair, and the confident quiet face beneath it, made a charming impression of graceful repose. As Arthur Coryston reached her she held out a welcoming hand, and her eyes greeted him a gay, significant look.
Glenwilliam did nothing without consulting Atherstone, and the cottage on the hill had been the scene of many important meetings, and some decisions which would live in history. Marion Atherstone, on the other hand, though invaluable to her father, and much appreciated by his friends, took no intellectual part in his life. Brilliant creatures men and women came and went, to and from the cottage.
"I wonder what you mean by 'such different worlds," said Miss Glenwilliam, with what seemed an innocent astonishment. "Arthur and I always go to the same dances." Lady Coryston's flush deepened angrily. She had some difficulty in keeping her voice in order. "I think you understand what I mean. I don't wish to be the least rude." "Of course not.
On the day before the Glenwilliam meeting Lady Coryston, who had gone out westward through the park, was returning by motor from the direction of Martover, and reached her own big and prosperous village of Coryston Major about seven o'clock.
Such a remarkable-looking young woman! not exactly handsome but you couldn't possibly pass her over." "Enid Glenwilliam!" exclaimed Marcia, with a startled voice. "But of course, Waggin, they weren't alone?" "Oh no probably not! though though I didn't see any one else. They seemed so full of talk I didn't speak to Mr. Arthur. Who do you say she was?" repeated Waggin, innocently.
She put aside all foolish notions. But life was certainly more interesting than it had been. Coryston had been gone some time, when at last his brother and Miss Glenwilliam emerged from the wood. The tea-table was now spread in the shade, and they approached it. Marion tried to show nothing of the curiosity she felt.
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