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"He was like a bit of home." "I'm sure he would be vastly flattered to hear you say so," said Nick. She laughed rather dubiously. "Has Dad got another assistant then?" "I don't know. Very likely. You had better ask him when you write." "And he has gone back to Sir Kersley Whitton?" she ventured. "My information does not extend so far as that," said Nick.
"He broke his thumb the other day and we haven't been quit of him since. You see, Miss Ratcliffe has a most beautiful friend staying with her with whom we all fall in love at first sight. Some of us fall out again and some of us don't. Hunt-Goring presumably belongs to the latter category." "And you?" asked Sir Kersley. "Oh, I am too busy for frivolities of that sort," said Max.
"It's an extraordinary case," observed Sir Kersley. Max said nothing whatever. He took his pipe from his pocket, and began to fill it with a face of sardonic composure. "I wonder if she ever asks herself how it came about," said Sir Kersley. "Why should she?" said Max gruffly. "My dear fellow, she must have wondered how it happened why all details were kept from her and so on."
"I'd have got out the best glass if I'd known," murmured Olga regretfully. Max threw up his head and laughed. "What a good thing I didn't tell her, eh, Kersley?" He leaned a careless hand on Sir Kersley's shoulder. "She doesn't know what a taste you have for the simple life." Olga's eyes opened wide at the familiarity of speech and action. Sir Kersley faintly smiled.
Her love was not fashioned of so slender a fabric as this. What right had he to question it thus? But yet, despite all self-reproach, the doubt remained, repudiate it as he might. It went with him even into her loved presence, refusing to be dislodged. She came with her father to dine in accordance with Max's invitation. The evening passed with absolute smoothness. Sir Kersley and Dr.
Very suddenly, without turning, he spoke again. "How did you like Kersley?" The question astonished her. She had almost forgotten their visitor of a few hours before. But she managed to answer with enthusiasm. "I liked him immensely." "He is the greatest friend I possess," Max said, still writing. "He made me." "I thought you seemed very intimate," observed Olga. He laughed. "We are.
I will speak to him, shall I?" He passed on and made the arrangement with Dr. Jim, not waiting for her reply. Then came a general rallying of the party, introductions and good-byes, fervent embraces from Peggy, good wishes and invitations on all sides, and at last the final departure of the two Wyndhams in Sir Kersley Whitton's motor. Noel removed his hat and leaned back with a sigh.
He died before she did. He was assassinated by a native before they had been married three months. I've always thought it was rather poor-spirited of her to die too; for of course she never cared for him. She must have married him only to pique Kersley. By the way, Major Hunt-Goring met them in his subaltern days. He said everyone fell in love with her.
Sir Kersley Whitton fell silent. He looked at the door. Max wheeled from the window. Olga waited tensely for the coming of her friend. The door swung back and she entered. With her careless Southern grace she sauntered in upon them. "Good Heavens!" she said, breaking off in the middle of her song. "Is it a party of mutes?"
"Of course, Sir Kersley Whitton recommended him," conceded Olga. "And he is an absolutely wonderful man, Dad says. He calls him the greatest medicine-man in England. He took up Max Wyndham years ago, when he was only a medical student. And he has been like a father to him ever since. In fact, I don't believe Dr. Wyndham would ever have come here if Sir Kersley hadn't made him.
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