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Updated: June 6, 2025
Dick Guyes at the altar was shaking with nervousness, but Ina was supremely self-possessed. She even sent a smile of casual greeting to Piers as she went. She maintained her attitude of complete sang-froid throughout the service, and Piers watched her critically with that secret smile at the corners of his lips which was not good to see.
I packed him off myself. It was a piece of sheer ill-luck that brought him home in time for this show. He starts for America en route for Australia in less than a week, and it is utterly unlikely that either you or any of your friends will see or hear anything more of him. Guyes himself is by no means keen on him and only had him as best man because a friend failed him at the last minute.
"Did you get on all right this afternoon?" "Oh yes," he said again. "By the way, we must get a wedding-present for Ina Rose and another for Guyes. You'll come to the wedding, Avery?" "If you wish it, dear," she said quietly. He threw down his brushes and turned fully to her. "Avery darling, I'm sorry I was bearish this afternoon. You won't punish me for it?" "Punish you, my own Piers!" she said.
I suppose I've got to hear it sooner or later." It was not a conciliatory speech, yet Piers received it with no visible resentment. "I don't know that I want to say anything very special," he said, after a moment's thought. "Oh, don't you?" growled Sir Beverley. "Then what are you thinking about? Tell me that!" Piers leaned back in his chair. "I was thinking about Dick Guyes," he said.
To which Piers threw back a laugh as he drove away in his little two-seater, coupled with the careless assurance that he meant to make the most of his time, whatever the weather. "Lucky dog!" said Guyes, as he watched him disappear down the drive. But if he had seen the expression that succeeded Piers' laugh, he might have suppressed the remark.
Piers was silent. Looking at him through the dusk, she was aware of a change in his demeanour, though as to its nature she was slightly doubtful. "And if I don't tell him?" said Piers at length. "You will," she said quickly. "I don't know why I should." Piers' voice was dogged. "He'll know fast enough when she gets engaged to Guyes." "Know that you have played a double game," said Avery.
But since it was absolutely certain that the schemer at the Vicarage would not be present at Dick Guyes' party, Sir Beverley did not see any urgent necessity for keeping his grandson at his side. He even hoped that Piers would enjoy himself though he deemed him a fool to go. And, to judge from appearances, Piers was enjoying himself.
"The devil you were!" ejaculated Sir Beverley. Piers went on with the utmost steadiness. "We are not in the least suited to one another, and we have the sense to realize it. The next time Guyes asks her, I believe she will have him." "Sense!" roared Sir Beverley. "Do you dare to talk to me of sense, you you blind fool? Mighty lot of sense you can boast of!
They found it empty, and Tudor quietly turned the key. "What's that for?" demanded Piers sharply. "Because I don't want to be disturbed," returned Tudor. He moved forward into the middle of the room and faced Piers. "I have an unpleasant piece of news for you," he said, in a grim, emotionless voice. "That cousin of Guyes' you have met him before, I think?
"Perhaps I will." It was at this point that a sudden uproarious laugh sounded from below the window near which they sat, Avery looked round startled, and Tudor frowned. "It's that little brute of a best man drunk as a lord. He's some sort of cousin of Guyes', just home from Australia; and the sooner he goes back the better for the community at large, I should say."
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