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Also she enjoyed the society of Sir Miles Walpole; she was at once thoroughly at home with him. Soon after tea the duke took her away. When the car had started, he said triumphantly: "Well, we came through that all right. Not a soul spotted that you weren't Marion." "But how could they?" said Pollyooly in a tone of lively surprise. "Oh, I was a bit afraid at first," said the duke.
It was on the fifth morning after her going that the Honourable John Ruffin made the great announcement. It was his habit to chant in his bath what Pollyooly believed to be poetry; and it is improbable that an observant child of twelve, who had passed the seven standards at Muttle Deeping school, could have been mistaken in a matter of that kind. At any rate his chanting was rhythmical.
As a result of these two meetings Pollyooly had made up her mind that the duke was not a man to be feared by women. Millicent admired her fearlessness greatly. After their dinner Pollyooly put on her amber costume, a silk frock, a pretty hat, stockings and gloves, all amber in colour and all matching, gifts of Hilary Vance.
"Zat von zat von in ze meedle wiz ze red 'air," said the baron. He pointed to Pollyooly in the middle of the ring where she was acting as pitcher, her face flushed, her eyes shining, her red hair a flying cloud. An immense slow smile spread over the expanse of royal face; and the grand duke cried: "Mein Gott! Bud id is nod a child at all zat! Id is an anchel a leedle anchel Italian renascence!
Nothing of the kind. After a hearty lunch he rose and said firmly: "I'm going to blay wiz Bollyooly." He went. The baron followed him gloomily. Now he knew the cosmic all to be a mere time-honored cheat. In this order they came down on to the beach and approached a group of children in which Pollyooly reigned.
The detective guarded the window while the lawyer sprang lithely round the house, through the front door, and into the room. "Thank goodness! I've caught your ladyship at last!" he cried. Pollyooly scowled at him and said nothing. It was her habit in the part of Lady Marion Ricksborough to give herself airs. He snatched his watch from his pocket and cried: "Oh, hang it!
Pollyooly moved about the world on very light, dancing feet; and as soon as she had washed up the breakfast things she packed their small wardrobes in the brown tin box. Then the Honourable John Ruffin, having finished his cigar and Morning Post, summoned her to help him pack. For a while she observed his fashion of doing so with pain and dismay.
Since he had been admitted to their circle on her instance, Pollyooly seemed to feel herself responsible for the prince. She seemed also to feel it more important that he should learn to dig properly than that she should dig herself. For, giving him her spade, she stood over him and urged him to ply it with the exacting persistence of a biblical Egyptian superintending the making of bricks.
The pleasant feel of the warm salt water on her legs inspired Pollyooly with larger desires. She put on her shoes and stockings and came back to the esplanade. She soon learned that a bathing-dress and a bathing-machine could be hired. She hired them and bathed. She bathed for a long time, a longer time than was good for her.
"Yes, sir; it might," said Pollyooly no less gravely, for she knew well the difficulty of getting work in London. "And do you propose to keep her till she finds work?" said the Honourable John Ruffin in the tone of one who finds it difficult to believe his ears. "Oh, yes, sir. She wouldn't eat much," said Pollyooly in a tone of cheerful serenity. "Out of the exiguous wages Mr.
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