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If to be the most beautiful, the most charming, and the most refined, the daintiest, the wittiest and prettiest, the kindest and the sweetest, the merriest and most provoking creature in the whole world if to be all this were yet not to weigh against being 'that sort of person' if it were not, indeed, to outweigh, banish, and obliterate everything else why, the world was not fit to live in, and he no true Merceron!
"You come round with me, Merceron," called Sutton, and the two men turned to the path. "No," added Victor. "Look here, we can climb round here," and he pointed to the bank. There was a little narrow muddy track, but it was enough. The canoe was half-way across; the two men Victor leading at a good pace were half-way round.
"I took the liberty " he began: and she did not know how he went on, for her head was swimming. "Agatha! Agatha, dear!" called Mrs. Blunt. Perforce she turned, passing her hand quickly across her brow. Yes! It was so. There he stood by Calder's side, and Calder was saying, "My dear Agatha, this is Charlie Merceron." She would not look at Charlie.
Vansittart, "that, from the point of view of a reduction of rent, these lodgers are a delusion. Of course she stays with Prime if she's going to many his son." "Fancy Willie!" reiterated Lady Merceron. "Surely he can't afford to marry? He's in a bank, you know, Vansittart, and he only gets a hundred and twenty pounds a year."
"Well, I'm hanged if I ever thought of that! Charlie, you held us all!" "Bosh!" said Charlie Merceron. "There was no one there." "All right. But there ought to have been, you know to give interest to the position." "Honor bright, Charlie?" asked Victor Sutton. "Shut up, Sutton," interposed Calder, "He's not in the Divorce Court, Let's change the subject."
The families were connected in some way, she knew, and Agatha certainly ought to know Mr. Merceron. Accordingly, when Agatha arrived, she found Victor, and she had not been there five minutes before the butler, throwing open the door, announced "Mr. Merceron."
Charlie gave it up. "I'm so sorry, Millie," he whispered. "You must try to forgive me." So, once again, the coast was left clear for Agatha Merceron, if she came that night. But, whether she did or not, the other Agatha came no more, and Charlie's great resolve went unfulfilled.
It was just to remember that but for poor Agatha's fault and fate the present branch might never have enjoyed the honors at all; so Charlie urged to Lady Merceron, catching at any excuse for keeping Lady Agatha.
Blunt, being an accomplished painstaking hostess, and having no reason to suppose that her young friend desired a confidential interview, at once cast about for some one whom Agatha would like to meet. She did not ask Calder Wentworth she was not so commonplace as that but she invited Victor Sutton, and, delighting in a happy flash of inspiration, she added Mr. Vansittart Merceron.
You don't go there every evening to look for a dead lady, Mr. Merceron." Charlie stopped short, and took his cigar from his mouth. "What?" he asked, a little abruptly. "Well, I shall follow you some day, and I shouldn't be surprised if I met not Agatha but " "Well?" asked Charlie, with an uncertain smile. "Why, poor Miss Bushell!" Charlie laughed and replaced his cigar.
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