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Once, he was fond of tigers; but the last thing he had a fad for was polar bears, and he sent mother a skin, which makes the oak room smell strongly of camphor. "I hope, anyhow, you're going to pay a good long visit to Newport," said Mrs. Pitchley. "I meant to go back to-morrow morning," replied Mohunsleigh. "But perhaps I might stop on a bit longer."
"I've run over, to visit a chap in California, dashed nice chap, too, but thought I'd have a shot at New York first, and blest if I could stand it; never could stand being grilled since a sunstroke I got when I was serving in India." "Dear me, who and what does a lord serve?" broke in Miss Pitchley; which surprised Mohunsleigh and me both so much that he stared, and I blushed.
We were at lunch when she thought of it, and luckily there were no visitors except Mrs. Pitchley and Carolyn, Mohunsleigh, and Tom Doremus. It was bad enough even with them, for she half sprang up, then sat down again, first going red, then going pale; and we all thought she was getting ready to faint. But as soon as she could speak, she said, when we shrieked at her, "It's nothing nothing.
Van der Windt down on me, or on my brother, either, if I can help it." "Thanks for good advice," replied Potter airily. "But may be, when you hear what Mrs. Pitchley had to say to me, you'll change your tune." Mrs. Ess Kay raised her eyebrows, but her eyes would look curious. "What could Cora Pitchley say that would have any particular effect on me?" she asked.
Pitchley looked and what she wore, in the half second before our two motors flashed apart. I thought her splendidly handsome, and I liked the gleam in her dark grey eyes, which promised fun. But just then our chauffeur slowed down before a house which seemed to cover about a quarter of a mile of ground. "Welcome to my little cottage, dear Betty," said Mrs. Ess Kay.
Now that you are all alone and unprotected, you needn't have the least fear of me." She smiled faintly. "I see you don't believe me. Well, it doesn't matter. I've seen Mr. Tetlow and he has given me a place at twelve a week in his office." Norman sank back in his chair. "He is in for himself now?" "No. He's head clerk for Pitchley & Culver." "Culver!" exclaimed Norman.
Mohunsleigh's engagement to Carolyn Pitchley was announced, and we were told that the wedding would have to be soon, as Mohunsleigh had had news which called him back to England, and he wanted to take his bride with him. Before I stopped to think, I'd promised Carolyn to be one of her bridesmaids; but five minutes later I would almost have liked to change my mind, because of Potter.
"I can't have too many new things, and I always change each scrap of furniture and decoration in my own rooms every year, so that Mr. Taylour won't get tired of them. He's such a nervous man. But you'll meet Cora Pitchley at Newport. Her house is there. She's a type of an American woman, just as bright as she can be.
"Strange as it may seem to you, he wanted to. That settled it. I didn't monkey with the gunpowder." Mrs. Ess Kay's lips went down at the corners, and her eyes flashed. "How easy it is to see that woman's game," said she. "Cora Pitchley knows that Mrs.
"Sally dear, do let me introduce my cousin, Lord Mohunsleigh," I said in a great hurry. Potter opened his eyes at the thin little man, and Mrs. and Miss Pitchley looked at him with interest. "Do introduce us all," laughed Mrs. Pitchley, "and then we can sympathise with Lord Lord oh, but I can never learn to pronounce him."
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