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Hignett with something approaching cordiality, "and I have since revised some of the views I state in it, but I still consider it quite a good text-book." "Of course, I can see that 'What of the Morrow? is more profound," said Jane. "But I read 'The Spreading Light' first, and of course that makes a difference." "I can quite see that it would," agreed Mrs. Hignett.
"Nothing of the kind!" It seemed to Sam that his aunt spoke somewhat vehemently, even snappishly, in correcting what was a perfectly natural mistake. He could not know that the subject of letting Windles for the summer was one which had long since begun to infuriate Mrs. Hignett. People had certainly asked her to let Windles. In fact, people had pestered her.
In a world which is practically one seething mass of fighting dogs, how could you trust yourself to such a one? Nobody is fonder of Eustace Hignett than I am, but ... well, I mean to say!" "I see what you mean. He really wasn't my ideal." "Not by a mile!" She mused, her chin in her hand. "Of course, he was quite a dear in a lot of ways." "Oh, a splendid chap," said Sam tolerantly.
"When Rufus Bennett makes an assertion," said Mr. Mortimer, highly flattered by these kind words, "you can bank on it, Rufus Bennett's word is his bond. Rufus Bennett is a white man!" The two old friends clasped hands with a good deal of feeling. "I am not disputing Mr. Bennett's claim to belong to the Caucasian race," said Mrs. Hignett, "I merely maintain that this house is...."
"Something is the matter," persisted Eustace Hignett, "I can tell it by your manner. Something has happened to disturb and upset you. I know you so well that I can pierce the mask. What is it? Tell me." "Ha, ha!" "You surely can't still be brooding on that concert business? Why, that's all over.
"We noticed among those present the charming and popular Mrs. 'Billie' Marlowe." A consuming desire came over him to talk about the girl to someone. Obviously indicated as the party of the second part was Eustace Hignett. If Eustace was still capable of speech and after all the boat was hardly rolling at all he would enjoy a further chat about his ruined life.
Well, we parted at Sixty-sixth Street, and, strange as it may seem, I forgot all about her." "Do it again!" "Tell it again?" "Good heavens, no! Forget all about her again." "Nothing," said Eustace Hignett gravely, "could make me do that. Our souls have blended.
"Well," he said sternly, "so there you are!" Eustace Hignett looked up brightly, even beamingly. In the brief interval which had elapsed since Sam had seen him last, an extraordinary transformation had taken place in this young man. His wan look had disappeared. His eyes were bright.
"That is another rather remarkable thing. It's Wilhelmina." "Wilhelmina!" "Of course, there must be hundreds of girls in the world called Wilhelmina Bennett, but still it is a coincidence." "What colour is her hair?" demanded Eustace Hignett in a hollow voice. "Her hair! What colour is it?" "Her hair? Now, let me see. You ask me what colour is her hair.
"Ray of sunshine!" said Eustace Hignett, pulling a pair of mauve pyjamas out of the kit-bag. "I'm going to be a volcano!" Sam left the state-room and headed for the companion. He wanted to get on deck and ascertain if that girl was still on board. About now the sheep would be separating from the goats: the passengers would be on deck and their friends returning to the shore.
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