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'Excellent, said Bridget calmly. 'Whatever did you expect? 'We seem to have been eating ever since we came! said Nelly frowning, 'and they call it economising! Bridget threw back her head with a quiet laugh. 'Didn't I tell you so? 'I wondered how you got on at dinner? said Nelly hesitating. 'Captain Marsworth didn't seem to be taking much trouble? 'It didn't matter to me, said Bridget.
And Sir William had telephoned that morning to say that he and his sister would call on their way from Windermere, and would ask for a cup of tea. Marsworth would probably meet them at Rydal. As she descended the lane, she scolded herself for ingratitude.
Willy can't do anything without him, when he's in these parts; and it spoils everything! Nelly dropped a kiss on Cicely's hair, as she stood beside her. 'Why didn't you put off coming till next week? 'Why should I allow my plans to be interfered with by Captain Marsworth? said Cicely, haughtily. 'I came to see you!
Also she perceived for she had extremely quick eyes in such matters that Captain Marsworth, while talking to her, seemed to be really watching Miss Farrell, and she at once jumped to the conclusion that there was something 'up' between him and Miss Farrell. Cicely Farrell certainly took no notice of him.
Captain Marsworth looked at her curiously. 'May one ask what the book is? 'It's something new about psychology, said Bridget, calmly. 'It's going to be a great deal talked about. My friend's awfully clever. 'Ah! Doesn't she find it a little difficult to think about psychology just now? 'Why should she? Somebody's got to think about psychology, was the sharp reply.
'What does she matter? Then he moved towards Nelly, whose absent look and drooping attitude he had been observing for some minutes. 'Shan't we go down to the Lake, Mrs. Sarratt? It seems really a fine evening at last, and there won't be so many more. Let me carry some shawls. Marsworth, lend a hand. Soon they were all scattered along the edge of the Lake.
'That is what you like to advise people? Marsworth considered it. 'There was a time' he said, at last, in a different voice, 'when my advice used to be asked by someone else and sometimes taken. Cicely pretended to light another cigarette, but her slim fingers shook a little. 'And now you never give it? 'Oh yes, I do, he said, with sudden bitterness 'even unasked.
Marsworth and Farrell were left to watch the disappearance of the car along the moonlit road. 'Poor little soul! said Farrell 'poor little soul! He walked on along the road, his eyes on the ground. Marsworth offered him a cigar, and they smoked in silence. 'What'll the next message be? said Farrell, after a little while. "Reported wounded and missing now reported killed"? Most probable!
'Here I and sorrow sit. The words ran through his mind, only to be passionately rejected. She was young! and life was long. Forget she would, and must. At her brother's question, Cicely merely shrugged her shoulders. 'Your sister was critical, said Marsworth, laughing, 'and then denies the uses of criticism. 'As some people employ it! said Cicely, pointedly.
Marsworth had seen the same transformation before, but never so markedly. He tried several times to make his peace with her; but she held aloof, giving him once or twice an odd look out of her long almond-shaped eyes. 'Good-bye, and good luck! said Farrell to Nelly, through the car window; and as she held out her hand, he stooped and kissed it with a gulp in his throat.
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