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"Why, then," spoke Mrs. Pendomer, with cheerfulness, "everything is as it should be." She rose and smiled. "I am sorry to say I must be leaving Matocton to-day; the Ullwethers are very pressing, and I really don't know how to get out of paying them a visit " "So sorry to lose you," cooed Patricia; "but, of course, you know best.
And the lovers talked with desperate cheerfulness, so that there might be no outbreak so long as Pilkins preëminently ceremonious among butlers, and as yet inclined to scoff at the notion that the Musgraves of Matocton were not divinely entrusted to his guardianship, was in the room.
For Colonel Musgrave was by birth the lineal head of all the Musgraves of Matocton, which is in Lichfield, as degrees are counted there, equivalent to what being born a marquis would mean in England. Handsome and trim and affable, he defied chronology by looking ten years younger than he was known to be.
"My dear," he said, "I assure you, the emotion you raise in me is very far from resembling that of anger." Musgrave rose and laughed. "I fear, you know, we will create a scandal if we sit here any longer. Let's see what the others are doing." That night, after his guests had retired, Colonel Musgrave smoked a cigarette on the front porch of Matocton.
She was finding it mildly amusing to note how people came and went at Matocton, and to appraise these people disinterestedly, because she would never see them again. Patricia was drawing her own conclusions as to Lichfield's aristocracy.
"Yes I wanted a word with you, Jack." Now, there are five little red-and-white bath-houses upon the beach at Matocton; the nearest of them was some thirty feet from Mr. Charteris. It might have been either imagination or the prevalent breeze, but Musgrave certainly thought he heard a door closing.
Yet it was an adamantean colonel that remarked: "My dear, perhaps it is just as fortunate as not that you have quitted Matocton. For I have heard tales of you, Miss Ramsay. Oh, no! I honestly do not believe that you would have taken kindlily to any young person not even in the guise of a great-great-grand-daughter, to whom you cannot hold a candle, madam.
She began to laugh. "Oh, very well!" Patricia said aloud. "It is none of my affair that You elect to run Your world on an extremely humorous basis." She was at Matocton in good time for luncheon. Colonel Musgrave had a brief interview with his wife after luncheon. He began with quiet remonstrance, and ended with an unheard extenuation of his presumption.
And it befell, too, that the following noon this day being a Sunday, warm, clear, and somnolent Anne Charteris and Rudolph Musgrave sat upon the lawn before Matocton, and little Roger Musgrave was with them.
Subsequently, with a fine air of unconcern, he inspected the view from the porch, which was, in fact, quite worthy of his attention. Interesting things have happened at Matocton many events that have been preserved in the local mythology, not always to the credit of the old Musgraves, and a few which have slipped into a modest niche in history.
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