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This is how you get here.... Very sincerely, She walked to a street crossing, where she dropped the envelope into a letter-box on a lamppost, and returned to find Arnaud Hallet waiting for her. He said: "Everyone agrees I'm serious, but actually you are worse than the Assembly." They went through the dining-room to the garden, and sat on the stone step of a deep window.

In so far as she could come close to others she would come closer to him. By RICHARD MATTHEWS HALLET Coming ashore one summer's night from Meteor Island, Jethro Rackby was met by Peter Loud Deep-water Peter he was called, because even so early he had gone one foreign voyage. Peter was going round with a paper containing the subscription to a dance.

Do you still thump dear Mamma, and Fanny, and Una, and Julian, as you did when I saw you last? If you do, I shall call you little Rose Thump; and then people will think that you are Tom Thump's wife. And now I shall stop thumping on this subject. Your friend little Frank Hallet is at Mrs. Blodget's. Do you remember how you used to play with him at Southport, and how he sometimes beat you?

Of course, that's a lot do you hate me for telling you? but I wouldn't think of any one with less than fifty " Arnaud Hallet interrupted quietly, "I have that." Linda gazed incredulously at his neglected shoes, the wrinkles of his inconsiderable coat and unstudied scarf.

If it fails, if you let it fail, you'll ruin ever so much. Yes, Mr. Hallet, I am sure, will consent to your marrying Vigne." She escaped at the first opening from his incoherent gratitude. Arnaud was in the library, and she stopped in the hall, busy with the loosening of her veil.

He obeyed at once, with the assistance of willing men who were only too glad to get rid of their tyrannical commander. "Now, Mr Hayward and Mr Hallet, get into the boat," said Christian, who seemed to be torn with conflicting emotions. His tone and look were sufficient for those young midshipmen. They obeyed promptly.

But it was inevitable, she told herself bitterly, that she should hear the first intimation of her decline from Jean Hallet. Rather, she overheard it, the discussion of her, from the loiterers at breakfast as she moved about the communicating library.

They left New York almost immediately, Pleydon suddenly determining to go with them; and later were scattered through the Hallet household. Vigne and her husband were temporarily living there; with their heads close together they were making endless computations, numerous floor plans and elevations. Linda, at the piano in the drawing-room, could hear them through the hall.

It was, however, Arnaud Hallet; and, with a surprise tempered by a faint interest, she told the servant that she would see him. There was, Linda observed at once, absolutely no difference in Arnaud's clothing, no effort to make himself presentable for New York or her. In a way, it amused her it was so characteristic of his forgetfulness, and it made him seem doubly familiar.

It was quite late, perhaps eleven o'clock, and the fireflies, slowly rising into the night, had vanished. Linda was cool and remote and grave, silently repeating and weighing the phrases of her letter to Pleydon. She realized that Arnaud Hallet was coming to like her a very great deal; but she gave this only the slightest attention.

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