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"What an absurd question!" she said. "Why absurd?" "As if anyone could possibly prefer me to Violet!" "I know at least two who do," said Max. "Who?" She flung the question almost angrily, as though she uttered it against her will. Very deliberately he answered her. "Hunt-Goring and myself." She started. Her face was burning now.
Though her fear had utterly departed, she was quivering with indignation from head to foot. Hunt-Goring kept his face turned downwards towards the swirl of water that leaped by them. He was quite plainly prepared for the question. "Since you ask me," he responded coolly, "I should say a good deal." "In what way?" she demanded.
She smiled, her sudden brief smile, but made no rejoinder. Major Hunt-Goring and Violet, who had undertaken to cut up his meal for him, were engrossed in a frothy conversation which it was obvious that neither desired to have interrupted. Max glanced towards them before he abruptly started another subject with Olga. "How is Mrs. Briggs?" Olga coloured hotly. "Oh, she seemed all right."
But she will tell you if you care to ask her that I advised her strongly against the course she elected to pursue." "You would!" said Noel bitterly. "Well, get on! Let's hear this precious story. I've no doubt it's a damned lie from beginning to end, but if it's going the round I'd better know it." "It may be a lie," said Hunt-Goring diplomatically. "But it was not concocted by me.
He was silent for a moment before he said very decidedly, "I'm not going to let you dance with Hunt-Goring, so you may as well pass his dances on to me. If he wants to know the reason, he can ask me and I shall be delighted to tell him." He spoke in a fighting tone; there was fight in the grip of his hand. Olga noted it, and foresaw trouble.
Whatever came after, I never could have forgotten that!" "Tell me how much you do remember, kiddie," Nick said gently. "And I will fill in the gaps." Her forehead contracted in a painful frown. "It's so difficult," she said, "so disjointed like a dreadful dream. I know she was horribly afraid of Max. And then there was Major Hunt-Goring. I can't believe she ever liked him.
I told you the other day." "My dear, that is too ridiculous," declared Violet. "I never heard such rubbish in my life. Besides, it's only for a couple of hours. Major Hunt-Goring," appealing suddenly, "do tell her how absurd she is! What possible objection could there be to our going out with you for a morning's cruise?" "None, I should say," smiled Hunt-Goring.
Was he killed?" "No, not then." Slowly Daisy lifted her eyes; slowly she spoke. "He gave his life in England the following year to save some shipwrecked sailors." "Did he, though? Quite a hero!" Hunt-Goring's eyes met hers and insolently held them. "Were you present at the sacrifice?" "Yes," she answered him briefly, but there was tragedy in her eyes. "Ah!" said Hunt-Goring softly.
I don't want to marry anyone. I have always said so." "Have you said so to him?" asked Hunt-Goring. She was silent, but the quick blood ran to her temples betraying her. "I thought not," he said. "So that is the explanation, is it? That is why you will have none of me, eh?" "Oh, how can you be so hateful?" she cried vehemently. He laughed.
"There isn't a single man of my acquaintance in whose company I shouldn't be bored to extinction long before that." "Oh, come!" he protested. "You don't speak from experience. You condemn us untried." "I know you all too well," laughed Violet. "You know me not at all," declared Hunt-Goring. "I appeal to Miss Ratcliffe. Am I the sort of man to bore a woman?"
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