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Gertie presumed that Clarence did not happen to have this with him; Clarence found the cutting in his letter-case and presented it. On another point, Clarence was able to announce that Henry had held something like a court-martial at Ewelme, with all concerned present. Jim Langham gave evidence; and Lady Douglass, when her turn came, suggested the key had been placed in her bag by Miss Loriner.
The curtain went up on an outdoor scene. A lady was reclining in a hammock. "Why, it's Miss Loriner," whispered Gertie. A man in tweeds came on backwards and collided with the hammock. "Who's this supposed to be, Clarence?" "Young Douglass. Made up with a beard."
"That's about all I should have to eat if I lost this berth." "Wouldn't care for the job myself." "I can't do anything else," explained Miss Loriner. "Did you say your cousin was a journalist? I wish I could do something like that. I want to write a novel, badly." "That's probably how you would write it. Why, even Clarence is finding some trouble over the job. And he's got a brain."
"I suppose," agreed Miss Radford, "that being properly engaged does make you a bit less anxious." Clarence came with Miss Loriner, and the young hostess flushed at the young woman's first words. Henry sent his best regards.
She glanced around to watch a baby in the garden of a cottage; Clarence Mills and Miss Loriner were kissing. Gertie did not speak again until they reached the iron gates. "I want to show you the tennis court," he said. "The man here can drive your cousin and Miss Loriner up to the house." She hesitated as he, stepping down, held out his hand. "My mother is waiting there!"
"I thought we should meet again," said the younger woman, addressing Henry. "Miss Loriner," he said to Gertie, with signs of reluctance. "A friend of my sister-in-law." "I am Lady Douglass's companion," remarked Miss Loriner. "She seems ratty about something," said Gertie. "She has what they call the critical faculty," mentioned the other, with a twinkle of the eye.
"We are waiting for yellow," said Lady Douglass resignedly. Miss Loriner and Clarence seemed to lose interest in the game as it proceeded; later, they were missing when their colours were called. Lady Douglass, throwing down her mallet, delivered a brief oration.
Possibly it could be managed through Clarence Mills and Miss Loriner; she might meet him in London, at some unexpected moment. "Do you object, Madame," she asked, "if I run off now, and tell aunt about it?" "You accept the offer?" "Like a shot!" answered Gertie. "You dear!" cried Madame.
Miss Loriner had a good deal to say, mainly in describing her present happiness. Clarence was a dear; Clarence was a clever dear, Clarence had brought a joy into her life that had previously been absent.
Gertie glanced back at Lady Douglass in a more friendly way. Clarence had been dropped owing, apparently, to want of sympathy, and Trew was selected as one more likely to agree with arguments. "Mr. Douglass's mother is in town," mentioned Miss Loriner, "but she is resting this afternoon." "I wasn't aware he had a mother." "Oh!" With illumination. "Then you haven't known him long.
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