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Updated: May 9, 2025
What's the matter, Oliver?" Lord Oliver Maytopp, a cherished clown in that section of society in which the Newlyns had their being, was making believe to cry, his large mouth opened grotesquely, his fists digging into his eyes. "I d don't want to sit at the table next Meg's," he sobbed, "when I tell funny stories she always makes faces at me. I want to go home to Nursey."
The little scene enacted so quietly in the pretty, conventional drawing-room, with its pale walls and beflowered furniture, was of great tenseness. Before anyone had spoken the door opened and the Newlyns and Pat Yelverton came in, Mrs. Newlyn hastily clasping the last of the myriad bracelets that were so peculiarly unbecoming to her thin red arms.
"Eugene Struther," she answered quietly, "I am glad, too." Struther was one of the best of the young men to be met at the Newlyns, and he and she always got on fairly well.
So, later he had sought out his sister and coaxed her into telling him the hair-raising sum to which amounted the "two or three frocks" she had had that summer. He had also learned that Mr. Yelverton, the Carrons, the Newlyns, and Théo Joyselle were coming that afternoon, and what the real reason was that had made the Frenshaws wire they could not come.
There had certainly been a row of some kind, of which Théo had not told her. The old woman in Normandy had written, oh, yes; but then there must have been a great pourparler, and even Félicité had grown angry. Poor Félicité! To-night oh, yes; at a dance at the Newlyns; she must give Théo his answer. At a dance! But how could she decide until she knew what Victor "Hansom!"
I'd like to 'ave been a fly on the wall during that there interview, I would. A fly on the wall with a tiste for short'and." Lady Kingsmead, who was going to the Newlyns' ball later, was having dinner in her little sitting-room when Carron came rushing in, nearly treading on the heels of the afflicted Fledge, who did like to have a chance to announce visitors properly.
She would fuss and cry and tell all her friends how ungrateful her children were, but in the end Tommy's firmness would prevail. She laughed as she got out of the carriage at the Newlyns. By great good luck Joyselle was dining there, and Théo coming only to the dance. "I will tell him," she thought, and her heart gave a great throb and then sank warmly into its place at the thought of seeing him.
It was done now, decided, her boats were burnt. From this day henceforth she would be spoken of as the queer Mead girl who doesn't live with her mother. While she dressed for dinner she laid her plans with the quickness native to her. She would dine and dance at the Newlyns, and then she would go to the Joyselles' for the night.
When he asked her, with the marvelling curiosity of a boy lover, when and why she ever came to love him, she only shook her head. "I love you," she answered, and he forgot, looking at her, to insist. No word of the future had been said, not a plan had been made. Only, at parting, to meet later in the evening at the Newlyns, he said to her, "I will be the greatest violinist in the world, my woman."
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