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And a little way behind him on the slope stood a boy with a bicycle. 'He is calling us, said Marsworth, and began to run. Hester Martin was already running Bridget too. But Hester and Marsworth outstripped the rest. Farrell came to meet them. 'Hester, for God's sake, get her sister! 'What is it? gasped Hester. 'Is he killed? 'No "Wounded and missing!" Poor, poor child! 'Where is she?
Marsworth was making his mark in the Intelligence Department of the War Office, and was being freely named as the head of an important Military Mission to one of the Allied Headquarters. What would become of Cicely and the wedding, if the post were given him, and as was probable at a day's warning was not quite clear. Cicely, however, took it calmly.
Marsworth came nearer, and leaning one hand on the table between them, bent over to her. He was smiling, but there was emotion in his look. 'Willy is looking after these people. Won't you? Cicely considered. 'All right! she said carelessly, at last, and led the way. The studio was empty. A wood fire burnt on the wide hearth, making a pleasant glow in the wintry twilight.
If all that Marsworth had said to her was true, why this evident though suppressed agitation on the girl's part, and these shades of mystery in the air?
She and Sir William often spend the evening there, said Captain Marsworth, quite aware from Miss Farrell's frequent glances in his direction that he was not in her opinion doing his duty with Miss Cookson. 'Will it take us long? said Bridget, the vivacity of her look dying out. 'As long as you please to stay! laughed the Captain, drily.
But from a Farrell she took all things patiently; till Cicely, suddenly discovering that her victim was giving her no sport, called peremptorily to 'Willy' to help her put on her cloak. But Farrell was having some last words with Nelly, and Marsworth came forward 'Let me 'Oh thank you! said Cicely carelessly, 'I can manage it myself. And she did not allow him to touch it.
Whatever they were, however, on this September afternoon Marsworth was coming rapidly to the conclusion that he had better put an end to them.
'She regards me as a first-class prig in fact? 'No but she thinks you don't always understand. 'That I don't know what a splendid creature she is, really? said Marsworth with increasing agitation. 'But I do know it! I know it up and down. Why everybody except those she dislikes! at that hospital, adores her. She's wearing herself out at the work. None of us are fit to black her boots.
They hurried towards the motor, and as Nelly stepped down from it, she felt herself grasped by eager hands. 'You poor darling! I thought we couldn't be in time. But we flew. Don't trouble about anything. We've done it all. Cicely! and behind her Marsworth. Nelly drew back. 'Dear Cicely! she said faintly 'but I can manage I can manage quite well. Resistance, however, was useless.
And yet you know you are witness! of how she behaves when I do come. Nelly looked up boldly. 'You mustn't be angry, but why can't you accept her as she is without always wanting her different? Marsworth flushed slightly.
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