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After all, Miss Macroyd was about the only one who could have felt it in the way it was meant, and she had chosen to smile at it. He wondered if possibly she could feel the secondary pathos of it as he did. But to make talk with her he merely asked: "Do you intend to take part in the fray?" "Not unless I can be one of the reserve corps that won't need to be brought up till it's all over.
Miss Macroyd was made umpire, as she wished, and provided with a large snowball to sit on at a safe distance; as she was chosen by the men, the girls wanted to have an umpire of their own, who would be really fair, and they voted Verrian into the office.
But as Bushwick continued silently looking at him, the thing could not be left at this point, and he was obliged to ask of his own initiative, "How much do you know?" Bushwick leaned back in his chair, with his eyes still on Verrian's profile. "As much as Miss Macroyd could tell me."
Verrian! Please! Or else I can't let you have any Tuesday off." Upon the whole, Verrian thought he would go to see Miss Shirley the next Tuesday, but he did not say so to Miss Macroyd. Now that he knew where the girl was, all the peculiar interest she had inspired in him renewed itself.
Verrian would, therefore, rather not be mixed up with her at any rate, in the imagination of a girl like Julia Macroyd; and as he left her side he drew a long breath of relief and went and put down his teacup where he had got it.
You must go and see her; I'll let you have next Tuesday off; Tuesday's her day, too." "You are generosity itself, Miss Macroyd." "Yes, there's nothing mean about me," she returned, in slang rather older than she ordinarily used. "If you're not here next Tuesday I shall know where you are." "Then I must take a good many Tuesdays off, unless I want to give myself away." "Oh, don't do that, Mr.
I'm glad she has the decency to be ashamed of her behavior." "I'm not defending her. Miss Macroyd knows how to take care of herself." The matter rather dropped for the moment, in which Bushwick filled a pipe he took from his pocket and lighted it. After the first few whiffs he took it from his mouth, and, with a droll look across at Verrian, said, "Who was your fair friend?"
But it was a good deal to have had her read it at all in that house; I don't believe anybody else had, except Miss Shirley and Miss Macroyd." Mrs. Verrian deferred a matter that would ordinarily have interested her supremely to an immediate curiosity. "And how came she to think you would know so much about Miss Shirley?" Verrian frowned. "I think from Miss Macroyd.
Somehow he felt that the girl who had invented it had meant, in the last analysis, something serious, and it was in her behalf that he would have liked to choke Bushwick. All the time he believed that Miss Macroyd, whose laugh sounded above the others, was somehow enjoying his indignation and divining its reason.
Miss Macroyd was not going to let him off like that. "You don't know how she came, or you don't know whether she was coming?" "I didn't say." Her laugh resounded again. "Now you are trying to be wicked, and that is very wrong for a novelist." "But what object could I have in concealing the fact from you, Miss Macroyd?" he entreated, with mock earnestness. "That is what I want to find out."
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