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Taylor confessed his ignorance, and Charlie, taking his arm, walked him up and down the bank, while he talked on his pet subject. Agatha Merceron was always interesting, and just now anything about the Pool was interesting; for there was one reason for his visit to London which he had not disclosed.
"Look here, old fellow, I've got nothing else to do I don't see why I shouldn't stretch it to three months. Besides, I want to spend some time with my ancestors." "With your ancestors?" "In the British Museum: I'm writing a book about them. Queer lot some of them were, too. Of course I'm specially interested in Agatha Merceron; but I suppose you never heard of her." Mr.
He was now forty-four, a widower, well off by his marriage, and a Member of Parliament. Naturally, Lady Merceron relied much, on his advice, especially in what concerned her son; she was hazy about the characters and needs of young men, not knowing how they should be treated or what appealed to them. Amid her haziness, one fact only stood out clear.
This time the expedition went off more quietly than it had previously, but at the last moment the ladies declared that they would, be late for dinner if they waited till it was time for Agatha Merceron to come. "Oh, nonsense!" said Calder. "Come over to the temple, Miss Bushell. I won't upset the canoe." "Well, if you insist," said Millie. Then Mrs.
You mustn't attach too much importance to our chaff about his meetings at the Pool, Miss Glyn; we don't mean any harm." Agatha tried to smile, but the attempt was not a brilliant success. She stammered that she would be delighted to meet Mr. Charles Merceron, swearing in her heart that she would sooner start for Tierra del Fuego. But her confession to Mrs.
"What are we standing still for?" he said. "I don't know. You stopped. She'd be such an ideal match for you." "Then I should never have done for you, Mrs. Marland." "My dear boy, I was married when you were still in Eton collars." They had completed the circuit of the garden, and now approached where Lady Merceron sat, enveloped in a shawl. "Charlie!" she called.
It came to Charlie Merceron almost as a surprise to find that Victor's impudence he could call it by no other name was not reserved for his juniors or for young men from the country; but Calder took it quite good-humoredly, contenting himself with observing, "Well, it was very soon off in your case, wasn't it, old fellow?" Sutton flushed.
How she guessed it, she could not tell, but, as she sat there, she had no doubt at all that Charlie Merceron had come with Calder Went worth. Escape was impossible, but she walked across to the window and stood there, with her back to the door. "Mr. Wentworth!" she heard, and then, cutting the servant short, came Calder's voice.
And I'm very, very sorry, and you must please try to forgive me, dear Mr. Merceron, and not think me a very wicked girl. I had no idea of coming every evening, but you persuaded me. You know you persuaded me. And how could I tell you I was engaged? You know you never asked me. I would have told you if you had. I am telling Mr.
"You villain! You gave us the slip," cried Uncle Van. Miss Bushell began quietly to embark. Uncle Van followed her example. "Oh, Mr. Merceron, you'll sink us!" cried Millie. Charlie sat glum and silent. The situation beat him completely. Uncle Van drew back. Millie seized the paddle and propelled the canoe out from the bank.
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