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It was what she had meant to say, but now that she had said it, the words seemed very fearsome indeed to say to Mrs. Greggory. Then Billy remembered her Cause, and took heart Billy was spelling it now with a capital C. For a long minute Mrs.
If, the first time that Alice Greggory found Arkwright opposite Billy at the chess-table, she was surprised and displeased, the second and third times she was much more so. When it finally came to her one day with sickening illumination, that always the tête-á-têtes were during Bertram's hour at the doctor's, she was appalled. What could it mean? Had Arkwright given up his fight?
"Yes; and there's quite a story to it all, as well. Billy is wildly excited, as you'd know she would be. You'll hear all about it to-night, of course." "Yes, of course," echoed Bertram. But there was no ring of enthusiasm in his voice, neither then, nor when he said good-by a moment later. Billy, meanwhile, on her way to the Greggory home, was, as Aunt Hannah had said, "wildly excited."
Just what would be her method of procedure this first morning, Billy had not determined. The pretty potted azalea in her hand would be excuse for her entrance into the room. After that, circumstances must decide for themselves. Mrs. Greggory was found to be alone at home as before, and Billy was glad. She would rather begin with one than two, she thought.
I imagine no one has seen it yet it's not finished; but Alice says " Calderwell turned abruptly, a quizzical smile on his face. "See here, my son," he interposed, "it strikes me that this Alice is saying a good deal to you! Who is she?" Arkwright gave a light laugh. "Why, I told you. She is Miss Alice Greggory, Mrs. Henshaw's friend and mine. I have known her for years." "Hm-m; what is she like?"
The man rose at once. "But, madam, perhaps don't let me " I he began stammeringly. "Of course Billy!" he broke off in an entirely different voice. "Jove! What a beauty!" Mrs. Greggory had thrown open the door of a small cupboard near the collector's chair, disclosing on one of the shelves a beautifully shaped teapot, creamy in tint, and exquisitely decorated in a rose design.
Miss Greggory took the note and spoke with an elaborate air of indifference that was meant to express a calm ignoring of the puzzled questioning in the other's eyes. The next moment she read this in Arkwright's peculiar scrawl: "If you've already forgiven the unforgivable, you'll do it again, I know, and come down-stairs. Won't you, please? I want to see you."
I have a friend who has just given hers up, owing to her marriage. Sometime, soon, I'm going to talk to your daughter, if I may, and " "And here she is right now," interposed Mrs. Greggory, as the door opened under a hurried hand. Billy flushed and bit her lip. She was disturbed and disappointed. She did not particularly wish to see Alice Greggory just then.
Greggory must have divined, in a way, the spirit that prompted it, for her eyes grew wet, and with a choking "Dear child!" she reached out and caught Billy's hand in both her own even while she shook her head in denial. Not so her daughter. Alice Greggory flushed scarlet. She drew herself proudly erect.
Miss Greggory lifted her head with a jerk. Her face was a painful red. "Tell Mr. Arkwright I can't possibly " She came to an abrupt pause. Her eyes had encountered Rosa's, and in Rosa's eyes the puzzled questioning was plainly fast becoming a shrewd suspicion. There was the briefest of hesitations; then, lightly, Miss Greggory tossed the note aside. "Tell Mr.
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