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There was a long-standing gentle competition between the two, which they abandoned in common hostility to Lady Maitland, who excelled them both in the ruthlessness and speed of her hunting. At the moment, however, Mrs. Shelley had eclipsed both her rivals by the chance of having known Eric Lane for ten years; to Lady Maitland he was still "Mr. Eric," to Lady Poynter "Mr. Lane."
Lady Maitland, complaining that "Margaret Poynter always ACCAPARER-s my nice young men," invited him to shew his loyalty by coming to dine on Friday. "Babs Neave is coming," she added. As he had intended to spend Sunday evening in the country, he was absolved from all work and could give undivided attention to the dinner which his cook had improvised.
'It is incredible it can not be! said I, as I blistered about, searching here, searching there, losing my way and thunder-cracking about in dead of night all to pick up the trail of a green and white van and a music-machine! 'It is unbelievable it is a monstrous mistake on the part of Themar! But, Poynter, this love making, in the circumstances, passes all belief!"
Poynter rode sedately into camp and, descending to terra firma in the light of the nearest camp fire, guilefully proceeded to assure himself of a welcome and immediate attention by spectacular means; he simply unwound the hullabaloo.
Blood and gold they were indissolubly linked one with the other and the demon of the bottle had danced wild dances with each of them. A mad trio! After all, there was only one beside his mother who had ever understood him Philip Poynter, his roommate at Yale. And Philip's lazy voice somehow floated from the fire to-night.
"I followed the despised calling of a journalist." "Ah!" She nodded and began eating her quail without explaining herself further. Eric was nettled by her tone, for she was taking pains to let him see that she had not liked his play, perhaps even that she despised him for writing it. He half turned to Lady Poynter, but she was deep in conversation with her nephew.
"Including dinner, darling," said Lady Poynter, with a meaning glance at the clock. It was all so familiar that Eric's sense of probability would have been outraged, if he had not been put next to Barbara. "I'm very glad to see you again, Eric," she whispered: "Dr. Gaisford was so gloomy about you. . . . How long have you been allowed out?" "Oh, a week." "And you never told me?
Poynter has been to me several times to explain that the reason that she does not pay her subscription to the last collection for the Missionary Association is that she cannot get the interest on the mortgage that you have been holding for her for a long time, and which, she says, you have collected." "Dr. Guide," said the deacon, icily, "religion is religion, and business is business.
Poynter that's been bothering me to death about the interest on her mortgage: I keep hearing that she's at the meetings every night, and that she never lets an evening pass without speaking to Bartram. Maybe all she's talking about is some sinner or other that she wants to have saved; but if she acts with him as she does with me, I'm awfully afraid that she's consulting him about that interest.
"I beyg to observe," enunciated the noble scion, "I'm awf, Poynter." He gradually drew himself away, and the baronet never saw him more. "For shame, Pypp!" shouted after him the warm-hearted Siliphant; "I tell you what it is, Vincent, you must let me give a toast: 'Grace and her lover! here, my man, your master allows you to take a glass of wine with us; help your beauty too."
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