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After doing so she shook the counterpane again. And the room was still dusty; but the dust was nearly all on the floor, or on the black face of Pollyooly. She swept it up.
"She's fair, with a lot of fair hair and a very large hat with lots of flowers in it," said Pollyooly. "She would be!" broke in Mr. James with a groan. "And she gives herself airs because of that hat." "Just what I supposed," said Mr. James, fuming. "But she's engaged to Mr. Reginald Butterwick," said Pollyooly. "The deuce she is!" cried Mr. James; and a faint gleam of hope brightened his face.
On the platform they found Emily Gibbs, in charge of Lawrence, the duke's valet, awaiting them. She found favour in the exigent eyes of Pollyooly, who let her take charge of the Lump without a single anxious qualm. Emily Gibbs fell in love with him at first sight.
On that expanse figures are seen at a great distance; but the searchers had gone a long way into it before they caught sight of the children. At some distance the figures of Pollyooly and the Lump, and even the basket of mushrooms were plainly recognised. But what was that strange object which moved beside them?
Slowly and sadly he drew a five-pound note from his notebook and handed it to Pollyooly. "Thank you, sir," said Pollyooly; and dropped a curtsey, like the well-mannered child she was. "Your housekeeper? To think that she should have roused the whole hotel to get that bath!" said Mr. Wilkinson bitterly.
"There's nothing for it: I must go to Buda-Pesth," he said with a resolute air. "There's nothing the matter with the Esmeralda, sir?" said Pollyooly with quick anxiety. "There's something very much the matter with the Esmeralda a Moldo-Wallachian," said the Honourable John Ruffin with stern coldness. "Is it an illness, sir?" said Pollyooly yet more anxiously.
The duke gasped and blinked, suddenly assumed a Machiavellian air, and said, for the benefit of the butler and footman, in a high, unnatural voice: "Well, at any rate, the dogs haven't forgotten you, Marion." "No, papa," said Pollyooly with an angel smile.
He crumpled up the telegram, threw it into the grate, and said: "But the real question is: will Ronald keep the secret? Will he be able to?" "Oh, yes: he'll keep it quite easily," said Pollyooly confidently. "He's splendid at keeping secrets." The duke gazed at her gloomily and said gloomily: "I can't conceive how on earth you and Ronald got to know one another so well."
Pollyooly enjoyed the felicity of showing it to the Lump, who had never before seen it; but she was somewhat taken aback by his hailing a ship as a baa-lamb. They found Mrs. Wilson eagerly awaiting them. There was no doubt of her affection for the Honourable John Ruffin. She had a sumptuous tea ready for them; and after the journey and its excitement they dealt with it heartily.
Wilkinson talked affably, though with a touch of condescension not unnatural in one in charge of the daughter of a duke, to a colonel and golfer from Scotland, about the political situation. Pollyooly did not realise how much their deference to his opinions, drawn from that morning's Daily Mail, which both of them had read, was due to her presence beside him.
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