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Updated: June 27, 2025
They could not bear to look one another in the face. Presently she said: "You're trembling, Lukie. I can feel it. Trembling. Like a jelly." "You're another," said Luke. "Oh, Jona. There's something I've been trying to ask you for the last ten months, and perhaps there will never be another opportunity. Do you remember when you came to my office?" She drove her elbow lightly into his ribs.
"But that doesn't tell me what you meant." "They meant," she said in a plain, matter-of-fact way, "that I ought not to have married Bill. I ought to have married you, Lukie. My mistake entirely. Don't apologize." She jerked herself backward, and he fell off the tree. He lay on the grass moaning. "O crikey! O crikey! O crikey, crikey, crikey!" He got up slowly.
"You'll write and tell me everything that's in your old head, won't you?" Luke felt that he ought not to write. Mabel would not like it. It would be wrong. "Thanks," he said, "we so seldom have any postage stamps in the house. And I've lost my Onoto pen, and I sprained my wrist falling off my bicycle." "Oh, do write, Lukie dear." She held out her hand to him.
Are you glad to see me again, Lukie?" The tips of his ears crept slowly forward. "I shall have to think for a long time to know that I really am to see you again." "'Fraid I can't wait a long time," said Jona. "See you again soon." She waved her hand to him and drove off. Luke rode on as if in a dream. Suddenly he became aware that he had passed the door of his office.
As he sat in his office on the following Thursday morning, the whistle of the speaking-tube sounded shrilly and interrupted him in the act of composition. He went angrily to the tube. "What do you want to interrupt me for," he called, "when you know I'm busy? What the devil do you want, anyway?" "I want you, Lukie," said a gentle voice in reply. "Come up at once," he said. "Awfully sorry.
"Same funny old face." "It is the only one that I happen to have, Lady Tyburn." "Oh, drop it. Call me Jona. You always used to, Lukie, you know. And Bill don't mind; do you, Bill?" "That? Lord, no. But what you have been and done, Sharper, is to spoil a very pretty and sporting event. Jona and I were racing to Halfpenny Hole, and I'd got her absolutely beaten."
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