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Merceron on the road two or three times during your visit to Lang Marsh, I think you may wish to be informed of the above. I may add that Mr. Merceron is aware that you are engaged to Mr. Wentworth, but I could not make out how far he was aware of what happened at Lang Marsh. I think he does not know it. Of course you will know whether Mr. Wentworth is aware of your visit there.
Merceron?" she asked, glancing up at Charlie, who was puffing happily at a cigar. "Yes," he answered, "I'm very regular." "And did you see anyone? "I saw Millie Bushell." "Miss Bushell's hardly ghost-like, is she?" "We'll," said Charlie meditatively, "I suppose if one was fat oneself one's ghost would be fat, wouldn't it?" Mrs. Marland, letting the problem alone, laughed softly.
She raised her voice; and called to him. At first no answer came, and she repeated: "Charlie! Charlie!" After a moment of waiting a head was thrust out of a window in the side of the temple a head in a straw hat. "Hullo!" said Charlie; Merceron in tones of startled surprise. Then, seeing the visitor, he added: "Oh, it's you, Millie! How did you know I was here?" "By the canoe, of course."
However, there was a bright side to the affair: the presence of the young men was a godsend to poor Millie, who, by reason of the depressed state of agriculture, had been obliged this year to go without her usual six weeks of London in the season. "And she never grumbles about it," said Lady Merceron admiringly.
Charlie picked it tip with a sad smile. "Agatha's," he said to himself. And yet, as everyone in the neighborhood knew, poor Agatha Merceron went nightly to her phantom death bareheaded and with golden locks tossed by the wind. Moreover, the pin was of modern manufacture; moreover, ghosts do not wear but there is no need to enter on debatable ground; the pin was utterly modern.
Merceron about his nephew's 'assignations'? The whole topic seemed in bad taste, and she wondered that Mrs. Blunt did not discourage it. But what horrible creatures men were! Did they really think it impossible for a girl to like to talk to a man for an hour or so in the evening without ? "You must let me bring my nephew to meet Miss Glyn," said Uncle Van graciously to his hostess.
And that, he seemed to imply, is better than mere popularity. "The Bushells were delighted with him last time he was here," continued Lady Merceron. "There! A rival for you!" Mrs. Marland whispered. Charlie laughed cheerfully. Sutton would be no rival of his, he thought; and if he and Millie liked one another, by all means let them take one another.
It was a great change from the whirl of London to the deep placidity of the Court, and Lady Merceron could not quite understand why Charlie had tired so soon of his excursion, or why his friend persisted with so much fervor that anything was better than London, and the Court was the most charming place he had ever seen. Of the two Charlie seemed to feel the ennui much the more severely.
"Poor Miss Bushell! If she heard you say that! Or if Lady Merceron heard you!" "It would hardly surprise my mother to hear that I thought Millie Bushell plump. She is plump, you know;" and Charlie's eyes expressed a candid homage to truth. "Oh, I know what's being arranged for you." "So do I." "And you'll do it. Oh, you think you won't, but you will. Men always end by doing what they're told."
There were only a widow and a boy, she had heard, and they should have their price. Had not she also read of Agatha Merceron? And in this mixed mood she remained till one evening at the Pool she had met 'the boy', when the mood became more mixed still.
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