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Would you like to take her place?" It was not easy to disconcert Billie Dore, but she was taken aback. She had been expecting something different. "You're a shriek, dadda!" "I'm perfectly serious." "Can you see me at a castle?" "I can see you perfectly." Lord Marshmoreton's rather formal manner left him. "Do please accept, my dear child.
Then you have a couple of failures, and they skip off after somebody else, till you have another success, and then they all come skipping back again, bleating plaintively. George Bevan got married the other day you probably read about it he married Lord Marshmoreton's daughter. Lucky devil!" "Are you married?" "No." "You were faithful to my memory?" said Jill with a smile. "I was."
"Young blighted Albert," said Keggs the butler, shifting his weight so that it distributed itself more comfortably over the creaking chair in which he reclined, "let this be a lesson to you, young feller me lad." The day was a week after Lord Marshmoreton's visit to London, the hour six o'clock. The housekeeper's room, in which the upper servants took their meals, had emptied.
What happened to come into Lord Marshmoreton's mind was a fleeting vision of Billie installed in Miss Alice Faraday's place as his secretary. With such a helper it would be a pleasure to work on that infernal Family History which was now such a bitter toil. But the day-dream passed. He knew perfectly well that he had not the courage to dismiss Alice.
"So you think this mysterious man in Wales hasn't a chance?" "Not unless he and Maud elope like Reggie Byng and Alice. Wasn't that exciting? Who would ever have suspected Reggie had the dash to do a thing like that? Lord Marshmoreton's new secretary is very pretty, don't you think?" "Which is she?" "The girl in black with the golden hair." "Is she Lord Marshmoreton's secretary?" "Yes.
I understood the dashed affair was all over." "We hope so. But I should feel safer if Maud were engaged to Reggie. I do think you might take the trouble to speak to Maud." "Speak to her? I do speak to her." Lord Marshmoreton's brain moved slowly when he was pre-occupied with his roses. "We're on excellent terms." Lady Caroline frowned impatiently.
It was necessary, he perceived, to take a strong line from the start, and convince Reggie that any likeness which the latter might suppose that he detected between his companion of that afternoon and the waiter of tonight existed only in his heated imagination. As George turned, Reggie's pleasant face, pink with healthful exercise and Lord Marshmoreton's finest Bollinger, lost most of its colour.
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