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Lord Marshmoreton rose and moved to the door. He did it with a certain dignity, but there was a strange hunted expression in his eyes. "That would be impossible," he said. "Precisely," said his sister. "I am glad that you admit it." Lord Marshmoreton had reached the door, and was standing holding the handle. He seemed to gather strength from its support.

Here, undeniably, we have a man without a secret sorrow, a man at peace with this best of all possible worlds. Since his visit to George a second youth seems to have come upon Lord Marshmoreton. He works in his rose-garden with a new vim, whistling or even singing to himself stray gay snatches of melodies popular in the 'eighties. Hear him now as he toils.

The moment when Keggs, the butler, called him a greedy little pig and hoped it would be a lesson to him not to stuff himself at all hours with stolen cakes was a bitter moment for Albert. It is a relief to turn from the contemplation of these tortured souls to the pleasanter picture presented by Lord Marshmoreton.

I wish there were more like him . . . Well, if you think I've butted in on your private affairs sufficiently, I suppose I ought to be moving. We've a rehearsal this afternoon." "Let it go!" said Lord Marshmoreton boyishly. "Yes, and how quick do you think they would let me go, if I did? I'm an honest working-girl, and I can't afford to lose jobs." Lord Marshmoreton fiddled with his cigar-butt.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Stuff! A girl of Maud's age falls in and out of love half a dozen times a year. I feel sure she has almost forgotten the man by now." "Eh?" said Lord Marshmoreton. His mind had been far away, dealing with green flies. "I was speaking about that man Maud met when she was staying with Brenda in Wales." "Oh, yes!"

George and Billie exchanged glances. Each had the uncomfortable feeling that they were eavesdropping and hearing things not meant to be heard. George rose. "I must be getting along now," he said. "I've one or two things to do. Glad to have seen you again, Billie. Is the show going all right?" "Fine. Making money for you right along." "Good-bye, Lord Marshmoreton."

We have now to think out the most tactful way of letting the news seep through, as it were, to the mater." "And Lord Marshmoreton," said Alice. "Don't forget he has lost his secretary." "And Lord Marshmoreton," amended Reggie. "And about a million other people who'll be most frightfully peeved at my doing the Wedding Glide without consulting them. Stick by us, old top. Join our simple meal.

She was still ruffled by the lack of attention which her recent utterances had received, and welcomed the chance of administering discipline. "Get up at once, John, and go in and work." "I am working," pleaded Lord Marshmoreton. Despite his forty-eight years his sister Caroline still had the power at times to make him feel like a small boy.

"Bevan," replied George, rather relieved at being able to remember it in the midst of his mental turmoil. "It won't do, Mr. Bevan. It must stop. I allude to this absurd entanglement between yourself and my daughter. It must stop at once." It seemed to George that such an entanglement could hardly be said to have begun, but he did not say so. Lord Marshmoreton resumed his remarks.

At the worst you can always go to Lord Marshmoreton and tell him that he spoke without a sufficient grasp of his subject." "I could," said Maud, "but, just at present, I feel as if I'd rather do anything else in the world. You don't realize what it must have cost father to defy Aunt Caroline openly like that. Ever since I was old enough to notice anything, I've seen how she dominated him.