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She dropped it in her hands with a low cry. An agony seized her. She loathed herself. Then springing up passionately she began to pace the narrow floor, her slender arms and hands locked behind her. Sir William was coming that very evening. So was Cicely, who was to be her own guest at the farm, while Marsworth, so she heard, was to have the spare room at the cottage.
Nelly found herself shaking hands with the Captain Marsworth she had seen at Loughrigg Tarn, and being introduced by Sir William to various young officers, some in khaki, visitants from a neighbouring camp, and some from the Hall, in various forms of convalescent undress, grey flannel suits, khaki tunics with flannel 'slacks, or full khaki, as the wearers pleased.
And by George! isn't that Marsworth? He sprang up to look, and verified his guess. The tall figure on the lawn with Cicely and Hester was certainly Marsworth. He and Nelly looked at each other, and Nelly smiled. 'You know Cicely and I have become great friends? she said shyly. 'It's so odd that I should call her Cicely but she makes me. 'She treats you nicely? at last?
Why should we be bothered with anyone else? 'I suppose, said Nelly timidly 'they will come in to tea? "They"? Oh! you mean Willy and Captain Marsworth? It is such a pity Willy can't find somebody more agreeable for these Sundays. Cicely threw herself back in her chair, and lifted a navy-blue boot to the fire. 'More agreeable than Captain Marsworth? 'Exactly.
She also wrote to Marsworth: 'Meet us, please, at Charing Cross. I have no spirit to answer your last letters as they deserve. But I give you notice that I don't thrive on too sweet a diet and praise is positively bad for me. It wrinkles me up the wrong way. 'What can be done about that incredible sister? She ought to know that Nelly is determined not to see her.
He brought a chair, and placed it where he could see her from below, as he lay back in it, his hands behind his head. 'Of course, you don't want to look at the portfolio, she resumed, 'that was your excuse. You want to tell me of your engagement to Miss Stewart. Marsworth laughed again. Her ear caught what seemed to be a note of triumph. 'Make haste, please! she said, breathing quickly.
In place of 'psychology' and 'old Spanish, the subjects in which Miss Cookson was said to be engaged, he would have liked to prescribe for her and all her kin courses of an elementary kind in English history and vulgar fractions. But, for Nelly Sarratt, Marsworth felt the tender and chivalrous respect that natures like hers exact easily from strong men.
Marsworth had connections in high quarters, and possessed some considerable means. He had been a frequenter of the Farrells since the days when the old aunt was still in command, and Cicely was a young thing going to her first dances. He and she had sparred and quarrelled as boy and girl.
Marsworth and Cicely, it seemed, were going to London with her Cicely probably to France; and Marsworth had already telegraphed about her passport. She would have gladly gone by herself, but she finally surrendered for George's sake, that she might get to him the quicker. Then everything was done for her.
Hester Martin had relieved Marsworth of Bridget; Farrell had found a dry rock, and spread a shawl upon it for Nelly's benefit.
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