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'I fear I shall be compelled to run up to London today. I have an important appointment with the father of a boy who is coming to the school. He wishes ah to see me. This might be the Little Nugget at last. I was right. During the interval before school, Augustus Beckford approached me. Lord Mountry's brother was a stolid boy with freckles. He had two claims to popular fame.
She was out of her seat and across the room at the receiver with what appeared to Lord Mountry's startled gaze one bound. As she put the instrument to her ear a wave of joy swept over her face. She gave a little cry of delight and excitement. 'Send them right up at once, she said, and turned to Lord Mountry transformed.
'I don't want any more hats. I want to go with you on Lord Mountry's yacht to the Riviera. 'Of course, said Mrs Ford after a slight pause, 'it isn't my party, you know, dear. 'No. But you can work me in, darling. 'It's quite a small party. Very quiet. 'Crowds bore me. I enjoy quiet. Mrs Ford capitulated. 'I fancy you are doing me a very good turn, she said.
Ogden's going to Mr Abney's. Sanstead House is the name of the place. It's in Hampshire somewhere. Quite a small school, but full of little dukes and earls and things. Lord Mountry's younger brother, Augustus Beckford, is there. I had known Lord Mountry and his family well some years ago. I remembered Augustus dimly. 'Mountry? Do you know him? He was up at Oxford with me. She seemed interested.
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