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Miss Lutworth did not appeal to his brain at all, although she was quite capable of doing so; she just made him feel gay and frolicsome with her deliciously rusé view of the world and life in general.
No, there was no hope. He must go through with it. So he crushed down his emotions and forced himself to return to Miss Lutworth and talk brightly to her until they landed.
"Isn't she just too sweet, Cis?" whispered Miss Lutworth into Mrs. Cricklander's ear. "Can't we get Mr. Derringham to take us over there this afternoon?" But when the subject was broached later at luncheon by his hostess, John Derringham threw cold water upon the idea.
Carlyon was unmarried and lived alone, that a glow of real warmth towards the Professor emanated from her, while the conviction grew that it was nothing but the influence of Cora Lutworth which had even momentarily cooled her whilom ardent friend. Mr. Carlyon's imperturbable countenance gave no hint of what he thought of her, although John Derringham watched him furtively and anxiously.
"Do let us go around by the boundary," Miss Lutworth said when they got through the Wendover gates. "I long to see even the park of that exquisite old lady; it must look quite different to anybody else's, and I feel I want an adventure!" So they struck in towards the haw-haw the four walking almost abreast.
I don't think she will even mention our meeting," he said to himself. Now for a few steps Miss Lutworth drew Arabella Clinker on ahead. "Arabella, you dear," she whispered, "I don't want to say a word against Cis who, of course, is all right but I have a feeling we won't tell her we've met this dryad of a Halcyone La Sarthe. Have you got that instinct, too?"
Cora Lutworth once said of her: "Cis is one of the happiest women in the world, because when she looks in the glass in the morning she never sees anything but herself, and is perfectly content. Most of us find shadows peeping over our shoulders of what we would like to be."
"Isn't it a day of the gods!" he continued. Miss Halcyone La Sarthe." Everyone bowed, and Halcyone smiled her sweet, grave smile. "We would love to jump over or you come to us," Cora Lutworth said with her frank, friendly charm. "Isn't there any way?" "I am afraid not," responded Halcyone. "You are across in another world we live in the shades, this side."
Don't you think she is a dream, Arabella?" "I was greatly impressed with her distinction and charm," Miss Clinker said. "I wish we could do something for her to make things brighter." "Let us ask Cis " and then Miss Lutworth paused, returning to her first thought she knew her hostess well.
And here they arrived at the boarded-up gate, where further view was impossible, and from which onwards the lands ceased to join. "Good-by!" they called to one another, even Arabella Clinker joining in the chorus, while Cora Lutworth ran back to say: "Some day we'll meet outside the Styx. Let us get Mr. Derringham to manage it!" And Halcyone cried a glad "Oh, yes!" "What a darling!
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