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The programme which she held in one hand announced that Miss Agatha Ismay would sing a certain aria from a great composer's oratorio. Miss Rawlinson leaned further forward in her chair when a girl of about her own age, which was twenty-four, slowly advanced to the center of the stage. The girl on the stage was a tall, well-made, brown-haired girl, with a quiet grace of movement and a comely face.
Dufton Holme, he discovered, was a small village within a mile or two of the Grange where, as Miss Rawlinson had informed him, Agatha Ismay was then staying. One letter was addressed to her, and he formally asked permission to call upon her with a message from Gregory Hawtrey.
"The professional badinage of an unlicensed dealer in patent medicines may now and then mercifully cover a good deal of embarrassment. Miss Ismay has brought something pleasantly characteristic of the Old Country along with her." His hostess disregarded the last remark. "Then if you didn't expect to sell us anything, what did you come for?" "For supper," said Sproatly cheerfully.
"I've heard that she was," said Ismay, absently. "Does she eat anything but milk? Will it do to give her mice?" "Oh, I guess so. But do you think Max has really fallen in love with her?" "I dare say. What a relief it will be for you if he has." "Oh, of course," I said, frostily. "Anne Shirley or Anne Anybody Else, is perfectly welcome to Max if she wants him. I certainly do not.
In the meanwhile there's a thing I have to ask you. How do you stand in regard to Miss Ismay?" Hawtrey pushed his chair back noisily. "That," he said, "is a subject on which I'm naturally not disposed to give you any information. How does it concern you? "In this way. Believing that your engagement must be broken off I asked Miss Ismay to marry me."
The programme which she held in one hand announced that Miss Agatha Ismay would sing a certain aria from a great composer's oratorio, and she leaned further forward in her chair when a girl of about her own age, which was twenty-four, slowly advanced to the centre of the stage.
Fatima arrived the next day. Max brought her out in a covered basket, lined with padded crimson satin. Max likes cats and Aunt Cynthia. He explained how we were to treat Fatima and when Ismay had gone out of the room Ismay always went out of the room when she knew I particularly wanted her to remain he proposed to me again. Of course I said no, as usual, but I was rather pleased.
It was necessary that it should be made up, but she was also conscious that she was putting off an evil moment. At length the door opened, and Agatha Ismay, wrapped in a long cloak, came in. She permitted Winifred to take it from her, and then sank down into a chair. There was a strained look in her eyes, and her face was very weary. "You're working late again?" she said. Winifred nodded.
Mrs. Radcliffe turned to him. "I had better present you formally to Miss Ismay," she said. "Agatha, this is Mr. Wyllard, who I understand has brought you a message from Canada." There was no doubt that Wyllard was blankly astonished, and for a moment the girl was clearly startled, too. "You!" was all she said. She held out her hand before she turned to speak to Mrs. Radcliffe.
Ismay got up and went out of the room. "Oh, Max, please," I said. "Will you marry me, Sue?" demanded Max sternly. "If you will agree, I'll go to Halifax and beard the lion in his den unflinchingly. If necessary, I will take a black street cat to Aunt Cynthia, and swear that it is Fatima.
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