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Updated: September 14, 2025
After what I have told you, I beg whatever may seem unusual to you in this visit with which Catherine has honoured me will be forgotten." Lord Maltenby drew a little breath of relief. Fortunately, he missed that slight note of theatricality in Julian's demeanour which might have left the situation still dubious.
Julian addressed a question to the Bishop across the table. Lord Maltenby consulted Doctor Lennard as to the date of the first Punic War. Mr. Stenson admired the flowers. Catherine, who had been sitting with her eyes riveted upon the Prime Minister, turned to her neighbour. "Tell me about your amateur journalism, Mr. Orden?" she begged. "I have an idea that it ought to be interesting."
There were a few introductions still to be effected. Whilst Lady Maltenby was engaged in this task, which she performed at all times with the unfailing tact of a great hostess, Julian broke off in his conversation with the two soldiers and looked steadfastly across the room at Catherine Abbeway, as though anxious to revise or complete his earlier impressions of her.
Even after three years of war, there was still something fascinating about the word. "Dear me!" Lord Maltenby exclaimed. "I should scarcely have considered our out-of-the-way part of the world sufficiently important to attract attentions of that sort." "It was a matter of communication," the Colonel confided.
"All arrived. I suppose they'll be down directly. Mr. Hannaway Wells is here." "Good old Wells!" Julian murmured. "How does he look since he became a Cabinet Minister?" "Portentous," Lady Maltenby replied; with a smile. "He doesn't look as though he would ever unbend. Then the Shervintons are here, and the Princess Torski your friend Miss Abbeway's aunt." "The Princess Torski?" Julian repeated.
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