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Ingleton. "To borrow my car without leave! And to take your sisters without a chaperon to a fifth-rate public-house! You deserve horsewhipping for it! You think yourself the young Squire, do you? And imagine you can do just what you like here? While I'm above ground I'll have you to know I'm master, and nobody else in this place!"
"Dear Ingleton, I guess you've forgotten the scape-grace brother-in- law who, thirty-six years ago, on the day you married his sister Ruth, borrowed a hundred pounds of you without the slightest intention of paying you back. He has not forgotten you. Your hundred pounds started me in life right away here, where I am now a boss and mayor of my city.
A fierce flush came into Dion's face. "I said you would probably come out to Buyukderer," she continued, "and that I wanted to bring you to the summer Embassy and to introduce you to the Ambassador and Lady Ingleton." Dion sat up and pressed his hands palm downwards on the ground. "I shall not go. How could you say that I was here? You know I had dropped my own name."
She embraced the girl with much empressement, and then, before Sylvia could reach her father, turned and embraced him herself. "So very nice to be home, dear!" she said effusively. "We shall be very happy here." Gilbert Ingleton bestowed a somewhat embarrassed salute upon her, one eye on his daughter.
Stephen was perhaps the only person in the box quite oblivious of Lady Dolly. He looked steadily over her animated shoulders at the play, wholly involved in an effort to keep its current and direction through the floating debris of constrained sayings with which it was encumbered; to know in advance whither it was carrying its Mrs. Halliday, and how far Lord Ingleton would accompany.
"You may do whatever you think best," she said, with a sigh. He got up to go. "Would you mind very much staying on here for two or three days, even for a week, if necessary?" "No, no." He smiled. "A whole week of Liverpool!" he said. "How many years have you been here?" "A good many. I'm almost losing count." When he was gone Lady Ingleton sat for a long while before the fire.
Rosamund said nothing, and, after a moment, Lady Ingleton continued: "With us on the yacht was one of my husband's secretaries of Embassy, Cyril Vane, who had just become engaged to be married. He is married now. In his cabin on the yacht he had a photograph of the girl.
Lady Ingleton knew this from Father Robertson, with whom she corresponded. She had never seen Rosamund or heard from her since the interview in the Adelphi Hotel. And she was troubled, although she had recently received from Father Robertson a letter ending with these words: "Pressure would be useless. I have found by experience that one cannot hurry the human soul. It must move at its own pace.
"He's a kind, useful sort of boy," she added, "and often helps me with little things." That day she said nothing about the Ambassador and Lady Ingleton, and showed no disposition to assume any proprietorship over Dion. She took him over the house, and also into the garden. Upon the highest terrace of the latter, far above the house, between two magnificent cypresses, there stood a pavilion.
Preston bowed with his hand on his heart, "I always like to get the fair sex on my side whenever possible. If you can put the halter on her, you've only to name your price, madam, and it's yours." "Dear me!" said Mrs. Ingleton. "You're very generous." "I can afford to be," declared Preston. "She's a decent bit of goods the only one I've ever wanted and couldn't get.
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