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Charlie reflected how ill playfulness became her, and frowned. But Millie was pleased to see him frown; she enjoyed showing him that other men liked to keep quite near to her. "Then this evening we'll go in a body to the Pool." "I shall not go," shuddered Mrs. Marland. "An hour after sunset!" "Half an hour. She might be early and we'll stay half an hour after. We'll give her a fair show."
"What are we standing still for?" he said. "I don't know. You stopped. She'd be such an ideal match for you." "Then I should never have done for you, Mrs. Marland." "My dear boy, I was married when you were still in Eton collars." They had completed the circuit of the garden, and now approached where Lady Merceron sat, enveloped in a shawl. "Charlie!" she called.
"Does Mr. Marland?" "He begins by it," laughed his wife. "Is that why he's not coming till Saturday week?" "Mr. Merceron! But what was Miss Bushell doing at the Pool? Did she come to find you?" "Oh, no; just for a walk." "Poor girl!" "Why it's good for her." "I didn't mean the walk," "I'd blush if there was light enough to make it any use, Mrs. Marland." "Oh, but I know there's something.
"Come," thought Charlie. "I shall get an hour with Agatha." "You'll come, Charlie?" asked Victor. "Oh, all right," he answered, hiding all signs of vexation. He could get back by six and join the party. But why was Mrs. Marland looking at him? The first step, however, towards getting back is to get there, and Charlie found this none so easy. After lunch came lawn-tennis, and he was impressed. Mr.
"I think you'd better put her across, old man. And er we might as well walk on." They turned away, Millie's eyes wide in surprise, Mrs. Marland smiling the smile of triumphant sagacity. "I was coming to you to-morrow," cried Charlie the moment his canoe bumped against the stops. "What do you mean, sir, by staying away a whole week? How could you?" "I don't know," said Charlie.
"You're a great friend of his, aren't you?" pursued Mrs. Marland. "So I suppose there's no harm in mentioning my suspicions to you. Indeed, I daresay you could be of use to him I mean, persuade him to be wise. I'm afraid, Mr. Taylor, that he is in some entanglement." "Dear, dear!" murmured Mr. Taylor.
Now, however, everything was changed. Prime's rent." "Oh, at the old farm?" "Yes. He wants another reduction." "He'll want to be paid for staying there next." "Well, poor man, he's had to take lodgers this summer a thing he's never done before. Charlie, did you know that?" "Yes," said Charlie, interrupting an animated conversation which he had started with Mrs. Marland.
"Mr. Sutton? Oh, I know him," exclaimed Mrs. Marland. "He's charming!" "Then you shall entertain him," said Charlie. "I resign him." "I can't think why you're not more pleased to have him here, Charlie," remarked Lady Merceron. "He's very popular in London, isn't he, Vansittart?" "I've met him at some very good houses," answered Mr. Vansittart.
Marland, "this very evening. You'll come, Miss Bushell?" "I don't think I care very much about the Pool," said Millie. "We won't let Mr. Merceron take you in his canoe this time." Charlie rolled out of the hammock and came up to them. "You must take us to the Pool. I don't believe you've been there since you came back. Poor Agatha will quite " "Agatha?" exclaimed Calder.
Vansittart played a middle-aged game, and Victor had found little leisure for this modest sport among his more ambitious amusements. Charlie had to balance Millie Bushell, and he spent a very hot and wearying afternoon. It was close on five before Charlie, with a groan, could throw down his racquet. "Poor boy!" said Mrs. Marland.
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