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Helena and Geoffrey French going down to the water's edge to find a boat, had met halfway with Cynthia Welwyn, in some distress. She had just heard that Lady Georgina had been taken suddenly ill, and must go home. She understood that Mawson was looking after her sister, who was liable to slight fainting attacks at inconvenient moments. But how to find their carriage!
But about the middle of the lake Buntingford was seized with belated compunction that he had not done his host's duty to his queer, inarticulate cousin, Lady Georgina. "I suppose I ought to have gone to look after her?" "Not at all," said Helena coolly. "I believe she does it often. She can't want more than Lady Cynthia and Geoffrey and Mawson. People shouldn't be pampered!"
Well, Miss Bathgate, I wonder if you would mind if Mawson my maid, you know carried away some of those ornaments and photographs to a safe place? It would be such a pity if we broke any of them, for, of course, you must value them greatly. These vases now, with the pretty grasses, it would be dreadful if anything happened to them, for I'm sure we could never, never replace them."
Mawson had engaged two extra servants, and the master of the house had resigned himself. But he had laid it down that the fare was to be simple and "no champagne." And though of course there would be plenty of bridge, he had given a hint to Vivian Lodge, who, as his heir-apparent, was his natural aide-de-camp in the management of the party, that anything like high play would be unwelcome.
Fifteen bombs had fallen about the arsenal, and one man, a non-commissioned officer, had been killed. Met Hardinge and Mawson: they both saw the aeroplane fall, and were not fifty yards from the place where it struck. Walked back to the Stobarts' camp for lunch. A French aeroplane had come over from Belgrade too late; now it rose slowly in the air and sailed off.
Esther Mawson led the way along this until she and Pratt came to a turret in the grey walls, in the lower story of which a massive oaken door, heavily clamped with iron, gave entrance to a winding stair, locked it from inside when she and Pratt had entered, and preceded her companion up the stair, and across one or two empty and dust-covered chambers to a small room in which a few pieces of ancient furniture were slowly dropping to decay.
She was a well-paid and perfectly healthy person; and there was no reason, in Lord Buntingford's view, why she should not enjoy life. All the same, she was very efficient and made him comfortable. He would have raised her wages to preposterous heights to keep her. "Is everything ready for the two ladies, Mrs. Mawson?" "Everything, my Lord. We are expecting the pony-cart directly."
She had been a housemaid for some years in the house in Grosvenor Street, and Pamela, when her own most superior maid flatly refused to accompany her on this expedition, had asked Mawson to be her maid, and Mawson had gladly accepted the offer. She was a middle-aged woman with a small brown face, an obvious toupée, and an adventurous spirit.
Mawson smiled happily and departed to put on her hat, while Pamela sat down to compose telegrams. These finished, she began, as was her almost daily custom, to scribble a letter to her brother. "c/o Miss B. BATHGATE, HILLVIEW, PRIORSFORD, SCOTLAND.
In a short time he had a school established on board, and in a day or two afterwards he collected a Bible-class for the elder people; and then every morning he went below, and read the Bible to them, and offered up a prayer, and explained to them what he read. "I thought, from his cut, he was one of those missionary fellows," observed Mr Mawson to Charles Dicey with a sneer.
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