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But still, as they have come to our church and are strangers in the district, it would perhaps be neighbourly to call, wouldn't it?" "Can't you call on them, Pobs?" suggested Diana, "A sort of 'rectorial' visit, you know. That would surely be sufficient." The Sector hesitated. "I don't know about that, Di. Don't you think it would look rather unfriendly on the part of you girls?
Rather snubby, eh?" That was precisely what Diana, had thought, and the reflection had afforded her no small satisfaction. She wanted to hit back and hit hard and now Pobs' kindly, hospitable nature was unconsciously putting the brake on the wheel of retribution. She shrugged her shoulders with an air of indifference. "Oh, well, you and Joan can call.
"Put on your coat and that nice squashy hat of yours, and trot back to your hotel like a good Pobs." Stair laughed, looking down at her with kind eyes. "Very well, little autocrat." He put his hand under her chin and tilted her face up. "I've not congratulated you yet, my dear. It's a big thing you've done captured London in a day. But it's a bigger thing you'll have to do."
"Well, my dear" the Rector's voice recalled Diana's wandering thoughts "Joan and I must be getting back to our hotel, if we are to be dressed in time for the dinner Miss de Gervais is giving in your honour to-night." Diana glanced at the clock and nodded. "Indeed you must, Pobs darling. And I will send away these other good people too.
"Oh, Pobs, dear," she said half-laughing, half-crying. "You're such a darling you always understand everything. I feel heaps better now, thank you." Anglice: foreigner. Diana threw hack the bedclothes and thrust an extremely pretty but reluctant foot over the edge of the bed.
"You mean Paris Vienna?" He shook his head, still with the kind smile in his eyes. "No. I mean, keep me the little Diana I love don't let me lose her in the public singer." "Oh, Pobs!" reproachfully. "As though I should ever change!" "Not deliberately not willingly, I'm sure. But success is a difficult sea to swim."
Joan, my dear, henceforth two commonplace bodies like you and me must resign ourselves to taking a back seat." "I don't mind," returned Joan philosophically. "I think I was born with a humdrum nature; a quiet life was always my idea of bliss." "Sing something else, Di," begged Stair. But Diana shook her head. "I'm too tired, Pobs," she said quietly.
She ignored it, however, and answered quietly: "Yes, I see. Perhaps you had better leave it for a few days. What about Pobs? He'll have to be consulted in the matter, won't he?" "I told him, long ago, that I wanted Joan. Before" with a grin "I ever summoned up pluck to tell Joan herself!
And the name stuck. No regimental penalties could break Wee Willie Winkie of this habit. He lost his good-conduct badge for christening the Commissioner's wife 'Pobs'; but nothing that the Colonel could do made the Station forego the nickname, and Mrs. Collen remained 'Pobs' till the end of her stay. So Brandis was christened 'Coppy, and rose, therefore, in the estimation of the regiment.
"Well, there must be plenty of M.E.'s in the world. Did he get out at Craiford?" "He didn't," said Diana. "No; at present he is 'wropt in mist'ry, but I feel sure we shall run up against each other again. I told him so." "Did you, indeed?" Stair laughed. "And was he pleased at the prospect?" "Well, frankly, Pobs, I can't say he seemed enraptured.
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