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She had become an irritating, disturbing element in his life. Radmore had looked at every eligible property within a radius of twenty miles of Old Place, but though some of them did not fall far short of the ideal he had in his mind, he hadn't felt as if he wanted any of them. They were too trim, too new in a word, too suburban.
They walked through the glass door, and proceeded in silence down the path. The herbaceous borders were in fuller beauty than anything the Old Place garden could now show, but Radmore paid no further compliment, and it was she who broke the silence. "You must see amazing changes at Old Place," she said musingly.
He also thought it very good-natured, if a little tiresome, of her, to put up with so much of the company of a prig like Jack, and of a selfish girl like Rosamund. To-night Radmore wondered, not for the first time, why Janet Tosswill did not like Enid Crofton, for he felt, somehow, that there was no love lost between them. He told himself that he must ask Betty to try to become friends with her.
"I think that was very natural of her!" exclaimed Jack, and Radmore felt a surge of pity for the young fellow. Still he forced himself to go on: "It's no use pretending. She was and still is a tremendous flirt." Jack made a restless movement. "I'm afraid you think me rather a cad for saying that, and I wouldn't say it to anyone but you.
Still, they'd been fond of one another for an age and George was his greatest friend " Rosamund broke in: "Do tell us what he's like, Jack! I suppose you can remember him quite well?" Jack hesitated, rather uncomfortably. "Of course I remember Radmore very well indeed. He had quite a tidy bit of money, as both his parents were dead. His snuffy old guardian had been at Balliol with father.
I haven't spoken to him about it lately, but the last time he mentioned the child, he told me he was sure that what he called the boy's 'subconscious self' would in time sink into its proper place." "I wonder if it will?" exclaimed Radmore. "I don't see why it should." "No, nor do I, excepting that, as time goes on, Timmy has become much more like a normal boy than he used to be.
During the last few days Radmore had thought a great deal of George, wondering what had happened to him during the war whether, for instance, he had at last managed, as did so many Anglo-Indian officials, to get leave to join the Army? At one moment, before it had entered into his mind to write to his little godson, he had thought of opening up communications through George.
Her husband was quartered there at the same time as Godfrey." She paused uncomfortably somehow she found it very difficult to go on and say what, after all, she had come here to say this morning. "I suppose," said Miss Pendarth at last, "that Godfrey Radmore is back in Brisbane by now.
As they raced up towards the Downs, Radmore suddenly turned to Timmy: "The more time goes on, the more it's borne in on me that there's nothing like the old people of the old country." And as the boy, surprised, said nothing for once, he went on, "I hope that the stock won't ever give out." "How d'you mean?" "Well, take those two people, that man and woman.
As a matter of fact, I've done a foolish thing in coming here, to Beechfield, at all. Only the other day one of my husband's relations advised me to let the house." "Piper thinks, Modam, as how you might 'elp 'im to a job with Major Radmore." The name tripped quickly off the speaker's tongue, as if she was quite used to the sound. Enid felt a throb of dismay.
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