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"The way she dances! And her frock! Good heavens!" "I hear she makes all her own clothes," says Margaret, who perhaps hopes that this may be one small point in her favour. Minnie Hescott makes a little moue. "She may possibly make the things that cover her " "That what?" questions Mr. Gower, resting innocent eyes on hers, but Miss Hescott very properly refuses to hear him.
When they reach the dancing-room they find it, comparatively speaking, empty, save for a few enthusiastic couples who are still careering round it. "Supper must be on," says Hescott. "Come and have something." As they enter the supper-room several people look at them. To Rylton, who is standing near Mrs. Bethune, these glances seem full of impertinent inquiry.
But, if you like, I'll take one turn with you. After that you must get me something to eat; I never felt so hungry in all my life." "Of course, I shall understand that it is a secret," says Tom Hescott. Both he and Tita are quite unaware of the fact that Rylton and Mrs. Bethune had just been standing behind them.
"I think nothing," says Minnie Hescott, throwing out her hands in an airy fashion; "only, get rid of her get rid of her, Tita, as soon as ever you can!" "To get rid of a guest! No," says Tita. "She may stay here, and I shall make her welcome for ever " She pauses and looks full at her cousin. There is great courage and great pride in her look. "For ever!" repeats she.
Breakfast is nearly over an uncomfortable breakfast, with only a host to guide it the hostess had put in no appearance. This would be nothing if the plea of headache had been urged, but headache had been out of it altogether. In fact, Lady Rylton had gone out riding at eight o'clock with her cousin, Mr. Hescott, and has not yet come back, though the clock points at ten-thirty.
A fancy that Marian has brought Miss Hescott here to say something occurs to him, and he curses himself for the thought. Is he growing suspicious of everyone? "I was going down to one of the lower farms," says he in a light tone. He had not been going there, but the evasion seems impossible to avoid. "You won't find anything there," says Mrs. Bethune, smiling at him.
"Oh, coward!" cries she. "You do right to speak to me like this to me, who have no one to help me." "You you!" interrupts he. "Where is Hescott, then?" His voice, his tone, his whole air, is one great insult. Tita stands for one moment like a marble thing transfixed; then: "Tom is not here," says she slowly, contemptuously, and with great meaning.
"Yes, you do indeed," laughing. "And that I was always calling her names?" "True; and I can't bear that, because" gently "I love her." She pauses, and goes on again very earnestly: "I love her with all my heart." "I envy her," says Hescott. "I'm glad this mysterious stranger is a she." "Why?" "Oh, no matter; go on. Tell me more. What evil names have I called her?" "The worst of all.
Hescott? You must admit, dearest, that your cousin is a little well, attentive to you." "Why, of course he is attentive to me. He is quite like a brother to me." "Brothers, as a rule, are not so very attentive to their sisters. The fact is, Tita," says Margaret desperately, "that I think er that Maurice thinks that Mr. Hescott is " "In love with me?
Standing on the top of the stone steps that lead down to one of the courts, he glances sharply round him. No! Tita is not here. Tita, who is a perfect devotee where tennis is concerned. Where is she, then? A second time his glance sweeps the tennis courts, and now his brow grows dark; Hescott is not here, either.
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