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I've sent Chepstow after her in the car; he is to ask her to return." "I don't suppose she will," Hugh said, remembering the very firm look about Miss Joan Meredyth's mouth. "And I planned the reconciliation, I made sure that once you came face to face it would be all right. Hugh, there is more behind all this than meets the eye!" "That's it," he said, "a great deal more!
"Read this letter carefully, digest it, and then briefly explain to me what the dickens it is all about." The secretary took the letter and read it carefully. "This letter is from Lady Linden, of Cornbridge Manor House, Cornbridge. She is deeply interested in a young lady, Miss Joan Meredyth. At least " Hudson paused. "Joan, pretty little Joan Meredyth old Tom Meredyth's girl. Yes, go on!"
She is under the impression that they will not meet intentionally. Miss Meredyth's address is, 7 Bemrose Square, and Mr. Alston is staying at The Northborough Hotel, St. James. Of course, there is a good deal besides in the letter, General " "Of course!" the General said. "There always is. Well, Hudson, we must do something. I knew the girl's father, and the boy's too.
"Delighted!" Slotman said. "You are a friend of Miss Meredyth's?" He looked keenly at Hugh, and the first spark of jealousy was ignited in his system. "Hardly that, an acquaintance only," said Hugh. Slotman felt relieved. "Miss Meredyth is in the outer general office. You could hardly talk to her there. If you will sit down, I will go out and send her to you, Mr. Alston." He glanced at the card.
Marigold, as a soldier's wife, I announced, had a world of invaluable advice to give her. Willie Connor opened the door. On the threshold she said very prettily: "Don't drink too much of Major Meredyth's old port. It has been known before now to separate husbands and wives for years and years." He looked after her for a few seconds before he closed the door. Oh, my God!
During the days that followed the announcement of Joan Meredyth's engagement to John Everard, Connie watched the girl. She felt troubled, anxious, and yet scarcely could say why. She knew the girl's passionate nature. Connie almost dreaded something reckless even tragic. She was more worried than she could say and of course she could not consult Johnny.
She had been helping a middle-aged, pleasant-faced woman out of a cab, and then, as she turned, their eyes met, and into Joan Meredyth's cheeks there flashed the tell-tale colour that proved to him and to all the world that this chance meeting with him meant something to her after all. Hugh Alston had raised his hat, and she had given him the coolest of bows.
In spite of her pride, her coldness and her haughtiness, there was much of the child still in Joan Meredyth's composition of the child's honesty and the child's frankness and innocence and desire to avoid hurting others. "It was cruel it was cowardly. But why is he here? What right has he to come here when I I told him when he knows that I, that Johnny and I "
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