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Then three pairs of Italians suddenly launched themselves into space twirling and twirling, and glaring into each other's eyes; and some Americans, stimulated by their precept, began airily backing and filling. Two of the 'English Grundys' with carefully amused faces next moved out. To Lennan it seemed that they all danced very well, better than he could.

I should like to have your opinion on that." It was, of course, ironical yet there was something in those words something! "I think it's you, sir, who ought to give me yours." "My dear Lennan my experience is a mere nothing!" That was meant for unkindness to her! He would not answer. If only Stormer would go away! The music had stopped. They would be sitting out somewhere, talking!

"I suppose I oughtn't to have come and bored you about this, but Nell thinks such a lot of you; and, you being different to most people I thought you wouldn't mind." He turned again at the door. "It wasn't gas what I said just now about not getting her. Fellows say that sort of thing, but I mean it." He put on that shining hat and went. And Lennan stood, staring at the statuette. So!

"What have you done with her so far?" "She's been at school. In the summer she goes to Ireland I've got a bit of an old place there. She'll be eighteen in July. I shall have to introduce her to women, and all that. It's the devil! How? Who?" Lennan could only murmur: "My wife, for one." He took his leave soon after. Johnny Dromore! Bizarre guardian for that child!

Then Oliver suddenly burst out: "Why can't she care? I suppose I'm nothing much, but she's known me all her life, and she used to like me. There's something I can't make out. Could you do anything for me with her?" Lennan pointed across the street. "In every other one of those houses, Oliver," he said, "there's probably some creature who can't make out why another creature doesn't care.

There was always SOMETHING to be done. "You read too many novels," he said, but without spirit. Mrs. Ercott smiled, and made no answer to an aspersion she had heard before. When Lennan reached his rooms again after that encounter with the Ercotts, he found in his letterbox a visiting card: "Mrs.

You can make tea; and we'll have hot buttered toast." And so Lennan stayed, while the confidential man brought tea and toast; and, never once looking at them, seemed to know all that had passed, all that might be to come. Then they were alone again, and, gazing down at her stretched out in that great chair, Lennan thought: "Thank God that I'm tired too body and soul!"

And Lennan had a vision of eight or ten young maidens trailing round at the skirts of one old maiden, admiring Landseer's dogs, giggling faintly at Botticelli's angels, gaping, rustling, chattering like young birds in a shrubbery. But with all her surroundings, this child of Johnny Dromoredom was as yet more innocent than cultured girls of the same age.

This new feeling was but a fever, a passionate fancy, a grasping once more at Youth and Warmth. Ah, well! but it was real enough! And, in one of those moments when a man stands outside himself, seems to be lifted away and see his own life twirling, Lennan had a vision of a shadow driven here and there; a straw going round and round; a midge in the grip of a mad wind.

His blood on fire, heedless of everything but to rush after happiness, Lennan spent those hours before the dance. He had told Sylvia that he would be dining at his Club a set of rooms owned by a small coterie of artists in Chelsea. He had taken this precaution, feeling that he could not sit through dinner opposite her and then go out to that dance and Nell!