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I want a word with you; but it can't be said here. Give me an opportunity later if you can!" His hand fell away from her elbow, he drew back. The bridal procession was coming down the church. Ina was flushed and laughing. Dick Guyes still obviously nervous, but, also obviously, supremely happy. They went by Avery into a perfect storm of rose-leaves that awaited them from the crowd outside.
"Had two punctures. I left the car at the garage and came on as quickly as I could. I say, I'm awfully sorry. I've been with Dick Guyes." Sir Beverley growled inarticulately, and turned inwards. So he had not been to the Roses' after all! "Get along with you!" he said. "And dress as fast as you can!" And Piers bounded past him and went up the stairs in three great leaps.
He seemed to have grown younger during the few days that had elapsed since their return, more ardent, more keenly alive. The English spring seemed to exhilarate him; but for the first time Sir Beverley began to have his doubts as to the reason for his evident pleasure in returning. What on earth had he been to see Guyes for?
I told him I told him " Piers stopped and swallowed hard, then forced himself on, "I told him there was truth in it, and then he let me go." There fell a painful silence, broken by Crowther. "How did this rumour get about?" "Oh, that was at Ina Rose's wedding." Piers' words came more freely now, as if the obstruction were passed. "A cousin of Guyes', the bridegroom, was there.
Guyes of all people who was well-known as one of Miss Ina's most devoted adorers! It was evident that the news he desired to hear would not be imparted to him that night, and Sir Beverley considered himself somewhat aggrieved in consequence. He was decidedly short with Piers when he reappeared a fact which in no way disturbed his grandson's equanimity.
"Oh, really!" said Piers. "Don't flatter us more than you need! I'm sorry for Guyes myself. If he weren't so keen on you, it's my belief you'd like him better." "Oh no, I shouldn't!" Ina spoke with a touch of scorn. "I shouldn't like him either less or more, whatever he did. I couldn't. But of course he's extremely eligible, isn't he?" "Does that count with you?" said Piers curiously.
"You always have been awfully good. My grandfather realized that, you know. I think he told you so, didn't he? He wasn't really sorry that I wouldn't marry Ina Rose. By the way, she is engaged to Dick Guyes already, so there was not much damage done in that direction. I told you it was nothing but a game, didn't I? You didn't quite believe me, what?"
He probably knows that the young man has simply married this Mrs. Denys out of pique, since his own charming daughter would have none of him. I must say that personally I am not surprised that Miss Rose should prefer marriage with a man of such sterling worth as Mr. Guyes. Sir Piers may be extremely handsome and fascinating; but no man with those eyes could possibly make a good husband.
There sounded a faint jeering note behind the carelessness of his voice. Avery quickened her pace almost unconsciously. "It's all right," said Piers. "There's been no damage done." "You don't know that," said Avery, without looking at him. "Yes, I do. She'll marry Dick Guyes. I told her she would the night before they left, and she didn't say she wouldn't.
Shall we go back to the ball-room now? I am engaged to Dick for the next dance. I mustn't cut him in his own house." It was an annual affair but quite informal this Boxing Night dance at the Guyes'. Dick himself called it a survival of his schoolboy days, and it was always referred to in the neighbourhood as "Dick's Christmas party."
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