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Mannix behaved as a good wife should under such circumstances. She lifted every care, not directly connected with the army, from her husband's mind. The beginning of Frank's holidays synchronised with the close of the parliamentary session. She arranged that Frank should spend the holidays with Sir Lucius Lentaigne in Rosnacree.
"May I sit out for a while on the terrace, Uncle Lucius, before I go into the drawingroom. I'd like a breath of fresh air." He hobbled out and found a hammock chair not far from the drawingroom window. The voices of Miss Lentaigne and his uncle reached him, the one high-pitched and firm, the other, as he imagined, apologetic and deprecatory.
She treated Miss Lentaigne's opposition as beneath contempt. "I must bathe," she said, "It's the first day of the hols." "Holidays," said Miss Lentaigne. "Sylvia Courtney," said Priscilla, "who won the prize for English literature at school calls them 'hols." "That," said Sir Lucius, "settles it. The authority of any one who wins a first prize in English literature "
"She may be a little wanting in animation," said Lady Torrington, "but that is a fault which one can forgive nowadays when so many girls run into the opposite extreme and become self-assertive." "Priscilla," said Miss Lentaigne, "is not always quite so good as she was this evening." "You must be quite pleased that she isn't," said Lady Torrington, with a deliberate, soft smile.
Geraghty to do my hair not that she cared if my hair was never done, but so as to make sure that I really undressed. Plucky lot of good that was!" The precaution had evidently been of no use at all; but neither Miss Lentaigne nor Mrs. Geraghty could have calculated on Priscilla's roaming about the grounds in her dressing-gown. "The reason of the tyranny," said Priscilla, "was plain enough.
"Damn it all, Lentaigne," said Lord Torrington, "how are we going to get out?" "There was boats in it," said the police sergeant, "plenty of them, when I gave your lordship's message to Peter Walsh." "Where are they now?" said Lord Torrington. "What's the good of telling me they were here when they're not?" The police sergeant looked cautiously round.
He returned the salutation with a stare which was intended to convince her that winking was a particularly vicious kind of bad form. Miss Lentaigne, as Priscilla noticed, sat with two treatises on Christian Science in her hand. Priscilla, returning without her father at half past six o'clock, found Frank sitting alone under the lime tree.
Rosnacree House, the home of Sir Lucius Lentaigne and his ancestors since the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes brought the family to Ireland in search of religious freedom, stands high on a wooded slope above the southern shore of a great bay. From the dining-room windows, so carefully have vistas been cut through the trees, there is a broad prospect of sea and shore.
Women are all going mad nowadays; though I had no notion Isabel went in for well, the kind of thing your sister talks, Lentaigne. I thought she was religious. She used to be perpetually going to church, evensong on the Vigil of St. Euphrosyne, and that kind of thing, but I am told lots of parsons now have taken up these advanced ideas about women. It may have been in church she heard them."
"And besides," said Priscilla, "she said it, hols that is, to Miss Pettigrew when she was asking when they began. She didn't object." Miss Lentaigne poured out her second cup of tea in silence. Against Miss Pettigrew's tacit approval of the word there was no arguing. Miss Pettigrew, the head of a great educational establishment, does more than win, she awards prizes in English literature.
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