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You have won, as you always do." And he stooped and kissed her, and then went slowly through the garden to the road. She did not see him again that night, but in the morning he was very bright and cheerful "I am going to ride to Greyson's Timbers, Phyllis," he said; "I have some business with Greyson, and John will be almost sure to 'noon' there. So we shall likely come back together."
A hush followed the conclusion of Mrs. Greyson's song. No one wished to speak what all felt, and when the silence was broken, it was with talk of the poet rather than of the singer. To the singing they came only by slow degrees, and over it, when at length their admiration found speech, they passed lightly.
Greyson's guardianship, but that some solution of the complexities in which he found himself involved would result from bringing together the two women so closely connected with his life. He went away into his own studio at length, but Helen had scarcely got fairly to work before he reappeared with Ninitta.
Lord Sutcliffe had died suddenly and his holding in the Evening Gazette had passed to his nephew, a gentleman more interested in big game shooting than in politics. Greyson's support of Phillips had brought him within the net of Carleton's operations, and negotiations for purchase had already been commenced.
"But," remonstrated Edith, somewhat aghast at this summary procedure, "you do not even know what is the matter with her." "No," Helen returned lightly, "but I shall probably discover." "Not by finding it something contagious, I hope," her friend said, laying her hand upon Mrs. Greyson's forehead with a slight, caressing touch. "Can you get me a hack?" Helen asked of the girl who kept the house.
At this juncture Nella-Rose was puzzling her family to the extent of keeping her father phenomenally sober and driving Marg to the verge of nerve exhaustion. The girl had, to put it in Greyson's words, "grown up over night." She was dazzling and recalled a past that struck deep in the father's heart.
Before he could say another word or Herbert could answer, an orderly sergeant entered and put into Major Greyson's hands a paper that proved to be a summons for him to attend immediately at headquarters to serve upon a court-martial, to try Private Traverse Rocke upon the charge of sleeping on his post.
Greyson's house, two carriages stood before the door, from each of which descended young guests, who, like themselves, had been invited to the party. One of these brought two young girls of twelve, the other two boys of twelve and fourteen, and their sister of ten. Entering with this party, the two boys felt less embarrassed than if they had been alone.
Before he could say another word or Herbert could answer, an orderly sergeant entered and put into Major Greyson's hands a paper that proved to be a summons for him to attend immediately at headquarters to serve upon a court-martial, to try Private Traverse Rocke upon the charge of sleeping on his post.
"I did go over it," he answered. "But it would be rather absurd for just Mary and me." She looked up Phillips at the House, and gave him Greyson's message. He had just returned from Folkestone, and was worried. "She was so much better last week," he explained. "But it never lasts." "Poor old girl!" he added. "I believe she'd have been happier if I'd always remained plain Bob Phillips."
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