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The smile and the merry eye redeemed his appearance from blank ugliness, but neither of them indicated a spiritual or exalted mind. By his side walked a girl, dressed, as Mrs. Marland enviously admitted, as really very few women in London could dress, and wearing, in virtue perhaps of the dress, perhaps of other more precious gifts, an air of assured perfection and dainty disdain.
He seemed not to hear, and awaited an answer with a bland smile. In truth, he thought Mrs. Marland a silly woman. "Young, I believe," answered Charlie, in a careless tone. "It's curious I've not seen them about," said Lady Merceron. "I pass the farm almost every day. Who are they, Charlie?" "One's a Miss Wallace. She's engaged to Willie Prime." "To Willie? Fancy!" "H'm! I think," remarked Mr.
"Yes; he was quite moped;" and Mrs. Marland glanced at her companion. She wanted only a very little encouragement to impart her suspicions to him. It must, in justice to Mrs. Marland, be remembered that she had always found the simplest explanation of Charlie's devotion to the Pool hard to accept, and the most elaborate demonstration of how a Canadian canoe may be upset unconvincing.
"Oh, poor dear Miss Bushell!" laughed Mrs. Marland; and, when Charlie looked inquiringly at her, she shook her head. "You see, I know something of young men," she explained. "I wish to goodness," remarked the Reverend Sigismund Taylor rubbing the bridge of his nose with a corner of the Manual, "that the Vicar had never introduced auricular confession.
"Doesn't he?" asked Calder, with apparent sympathy and a covert sad amusement. "Mr. Wentworth," said Mrs. Marland, approaching, "I believe it's actually a fact that you've been here a week and have never yet been to the Pool." At this fateful word, Calder looked embarrassed, Charlie raised his head from the hammock, and Millie glanced involuntarily towards him. "We must take you," pursued Mrs.
"Agatha Merceron, you know. Why, haven't you heard ?" "Oh, ah! Yes, of course. I beg your pardon." "I hate that beastly Pool," said Charlie. "How can you?" smiled Mrs. Marland. "You used to spend hours there every evening." Charlie glanced uneasily at Calder, who turned very red. "Times have changed, have they?" Mrs. Marland asked archly. "You've got tired of looking in vain for Agatha?"
"I hear," remarked Lady Merceron a few days later, "that one of Mr. Prime's friends has left him not Willie's young lady the other." "Has she?" asked Charlie. No one pursued the subject, and, after a moment's pause, Mrs. Marland, who was sitting next to Charlie, asked him in a low voice whether he had been to the Pool that evening . "No," answered Charlie. "I don't go every night."
I I didn't do it on purpose, "Charlie blurted out eagerly. "On purpose! Well, I suppose not," she exclaimed, bewildered. Charlie flushed. Victor shot a swift glance at him. Half-way home they met Mrs. Marland and the whole affair had to be explained to her. Charlie essayed the task. "Still, I don't see how you managed to upset the canoe," observed Mrs. Marland. "No more do I," said Victor Sutton.
"Do you know who they are?" pursued his mother, wandering from Mr. Prime's rent to the more interesting subject of his lodgers. "Ladies from London," answered Charlie. "Rather vague," commented Mr. Vansittart. "Young ladies or old ladies, Charlie?" "Why does he want to know?" asked Mrs. Marland; but chaff had about as much effect on Mr. Vansittart as it would have on an ironclad.
"We'll investigate it," he cried. "Yes, I proved there were none," answered Mr. Vansittart. "That's impossible, you know," remarked Mrs. Marland gently. "We'll put you to the proof this very evening," declared Mr. Sutton. Charlie started. "Are you game, Miss Bushell?" continued Victor. "Ye yes, if you'll keep quite near me, answered Millie, with a playful shudder.
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