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There, I'm getting cross when all I mean to say is that I'm more delighted to see you than words." He was humble before her. He felt, indeed, that he had been the most unutterable brute. How could he have stayed away all this time with these dear people waiting for him? He simply hadn't realised "And Miss Monogue?" he asked at last, "I'm afraid she's not been very well?"
"I won't say anything," Miss Monogue said, "until I've read more, but it's going to be extraordinarily good I think." What did he care about "Reuben Hallard?" What did that matter when he had Claire Elizabeth Rossiter in front of him. And then he pulled himself up. It must matter. How delighted an hour ago those words would have made him. "Oh! you think there's something in it?" he said.
She opened it, and he stepped back with an apology when he saw that some one else was there. "It's a friend of mine," Norah Monogue said, "Come in and be introduced, Peter." "It's only," Peter explained, "that young Robin has got his head stuck in the banisters and I want some one to help me " Between them they pulled the boy through to safety. He chuckled. "I'll do it again," he said.
She looked round with an agitated air. "I don't know why it is," she said, with a little chirrup, like a bird's, "but I'm always late always!" Then she did an amazing thing. She walked to the green settee and sat down between Miss Dall, the lady with the tight dress, and Mrs. Monogue. She then took out of one pocket an orange and out of another a piece of newspaper.
With a hurried goodnight to Miss Monogue he left the two women standing on the stairs and went to the hall-door. When he opened it the wind was blowing up the steps so furiously that it flung him back into the hall again. Outside in the square the world was a wild tempestuous black, only, a little to the right, the feeble glow of the lamp blew hither and thither in the wind.
Monogue at dinner and seeing now how delicate the girl looked, thought that she must have a very considerable amount of pluck on her own account. "And you?" she said. "Have you only just come up to London?" "Yes," he answered, "I'm in a bookseller's shop a second-hand bookseller's. I've only been in London a few days it's all very exciting for me and a little confusing at present."
And she wants me to go out to parties and play about all the time and then she doesn't want me to be any of the things that I was before I met her. All my earlier life frightens her I suppose," he suddenly ended, "I want her to be different and she wants me to be different and we can't make a compromise." Then Miss Monogue said: "Have any outside people interfered at all?" Peter coloured.
Zanti, Herr Gottfried, and Norah Monogue, and for his health one had only to look at him! "So died Reuben Hallard, a fool and a gentleman!" His excitement was tremendous; his cheeks were flaming, his eyes glittering, his heart beating.
Norah, do you realise? Your friend and I have known each other for eight years. Isn't the world a small place! Why I remember perfectly now!" She turned and talked to Norah Monogue, and whilst she talked he took her in. Although now she was grown up she was still strangely like that little girl in Cornwall.
"Oh! how silly of me ... never mind picking it up.... Oh thank you, Peter. You gave me quite a shock, telling me like that. We shall all miss you dreadfully." His affection for her was strong enough to break in upon the great overwhelming excited exultation that had held him all the evening. He was dreadfully sorry to leave her!... dear Norah Monogue, what a pal she'd been!
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