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Grainger, indeed for Honora had been right in her surmise was standing within ear-shot of this conversation. And Honora, who knew she was there, could not help feeling that she took a rather redoubtable interest in it. At Mrs. Holt's words she turned. "Bessie, I've found a new recruit one that I can answer for, Mrs. Spence, whom I spoke to you about." Mrs.
Homer and Yvette approached that square where three couples awaited the fourth to complete their set. They took their places, to the manifest embarrassment of the other six. Suddenly Norma Grainger whispered something to her young man and tugged at his arm. He looked sidewise, sheepishly, at Homer, and hung back. "You come right along," said Norma.
Grainger knew that this was perfectly true cattle and horses can always scent wild blacks at a great distance, and at once show their alarm. And that the country was too rough for Jacky and him to go any further with the horses was quite evident. However, he knew that as soon as his companion had taken a few pulls at his pipe he would learn from him what his plans were.
"It is now six o'clock; our luggage has gone up, and so, if you will come back for us in half an hour, we will let you escort us there to the envy of all the male population of this horrid, dusty, noisy town." "Very well," said Grainger with a laugh, "Mallard and I will contrive to exist until then," and the two men went off into the billiard-room.
She opened it at random and read: "July 5, 1893, Picnic at Psalter's Falls. Temperature 71 at 9 A.M. Bar. 30. Weather clear. Charles left for Washington, summons from President, in the midst of it. Agatha and Victor again look at the Farrar property. Hugh has a ducking. P.S. At dinner night Bessie announces her engagement to Cecil Grainger.
Josephine is living very happily, amusing herself with her gardens and her shrubberies. This ci-devant Empress and Kennedy and Co., the seedsmen, are, as Mr. Grainger says, in partnership; she has a licence to send to him what shrubs and seeds she chooses from France, and he has licence to send cargoes in return to her. Mr. Grainger will carry over my box to Madame Recamier.
It was too curious a state of things, however, for Merlin Grainger to take the step that he did take the hazardous, almost involuntary step of proposing to Miss Masters. Stranger still that she accepted him. It was at Pulpat's on Saturday night and over a $1.75 bottle of water diluted with vin ordinaire that the proposal occurred.
Grainger followed him to the margin of the creek, which although at dawn had been running half bank high, owing to the tremendous downpour of rain, was now at its normal level. "Look at that, boss."
Grainger, on the other hand, dignified and solemn, coughed a short, dry cough behind his hand. "Help him to the devil within the year," repeated Sir Richard, still chuckling. "Pray proceed, sir," said I, motioning towards the will.... But instead of complying, Mr. Grainger laid down the parchment, and removing his spectacles, began to polish them with a large silk handkerchief.
Grainger buried his face in his pocket-handkerchief. "To my mind," I ended, "the man who sweats over a spade or follows the tail of a plough is far nobler and higher in the Scheme of Things than any of your young 'bloods' driving his coach and four to Brighton to the danger of all and sundry." Sir Richard slowly got up out of his chair, staring at me open-mouthed.
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