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"Oh" turning to Sara "so you have been discussing our local enigma?" "Yes. I fancy I must have travelled down with him from Oldhampton. He seemed rather a boorish individual." "He would be. He doesn't like women." "Monk's Cliff would appear to be an appropriate habitation for him, then," commented Sara tartly.
I was very sorry I had to be out when you came," he went on genially, "but I expect Molly has looked after you all right? By the way" glancing round him in some perplexity "where is Molly?" "I understood," replied Sara tranquilly, "that she had gone in to Oldhampton." Dr. Selwyn's expression was not unlike that of a puppy caught in the unlawful possession of his master's slipper.
So many things had happened so many changes taken place. Audrey had been transformed into Mrs. Herrick; Tim had been given a commission; and Molly, the one-time butterfly, was now become a working-bee a member of the V.A.D. and working daily at Oldhampton Hospital. Sara could scarcely picture such a metamorphosis!
"Look out and tell me if you can see the blighters," he commanded. As Sara threw open the window, a dull, thudding sound came up to them from the direction of Oldhampton. There was a sullen menace in the distance-dulled reverberation. Molly gurgled with the nervous excitement of a first experience under fire. "That's a bomb!" she whispered breathlessly.
"Where is Molly to-day?" Miles's pleasant voice broke across the awkward moment, giving yet a fresh trend to the conversation that was languishing uncomfortably. Sara's gaze ranged searchingly over the little groups of people sprinkled about the lawn. "Isn't she here yet?" she asked, startled. "She was coming back from Oldhampton by the afternoon train, and promised to meet me here."
"That frock was never evolved in Oldhampton, I'm positive." Molly blushed not the dull, unbecoming red most women achieve, but a delicate pink like the inside of a shell that made her look even more irresistibly distracting than before. "No," she admitted reluctantly, "I sent for this from town." Sara glanced at her with quick surprise.
And Sara, standing alone and regretful that the friend had been lost in the lover, never guessed that Tim's love was a thread which was destined to cross and re-cross those other threads held by the fingers of Fate until it had tangled the whole fabric of her life. "Oldhampton! Oldhampton! Change here for Motchley and Monkshaven!"
Sara was conscious of a distinct shock. "How much?" she asked sharply. "It's it's rather a lot twenty pounds!" "Twenty pounds!" This was certainly a large sum for Molly whose annual dress allowance totaled very little more to be in debt. "What on earth have you been up to? Buying a new trousseau? Where do you owe it Carr & Bishop's?" mentioning the principal draper's shop in Oldhampton. "No.
Molly's unwonted secretiveness; her strange, uncertain moods; her embarrassment at finding she was expected at Greenacres when she had presumably agreed to meet Lester Kent in Oldhampton; and, last of all, the sudden "cold" which had developed coincidentally with her father's absence from home and which had secured her freedom from any kind of supervision for the afternoon.
Miles looked at his watch. "The attractions of Oldhampton have evidently proved too strong for her," he said a little drily. "If she had come by the afternoon train, she would have been here an hour ago." Sara looked troubled. "Oh, but she must be here somewhere," she insisted rather anxiously. "Shall I see if I can find her for you?" suggested Trent stiffly.
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