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Rastall-Retford stooped and looked under the table. "It is not on the floor," he said. "I suppose it must have been missing from the pack before I dealt." Mrs. Rastall-Retford threw down her cards and rose ponderously. It offended her vaguely that there seemed to be nobody to blame. "I shall go to bed," she said. Peter stood before the fire and surveyed Eve as she sat on the sofa.
Though Eve saw little of Peter, except at meals and in the drawing-room after dinner for Mrs. Rastall-Retford spent most of the day in her own sitting-room and required Eve to be at her side she could picture his sufferings, and, try as she would, she could not keep herself from softening a little. Her pride was weakening.
Rastall-Retford says I'm to take you to see the view from the golf links." "You'll like that," said Peter. "I shall not like it," snapped Eve. "But Mrs. Rastall-Retford is paying me a salary to do what she tells me, and I have to earn it." Conversation during the walk consisted mainly of a monologue on the part of Peter.
"Mr. Rayner," she said. "Yes?" said Peter. "I was talking to Mrs. Rastall-Retford after breakfast," said Eve, "and I told her something about you." "My conscience is clear." "Oh, nothing bad. Some people would say it was very much to your credit." She looked away across the fields. "I told her you were a vegetarian," she added, carelessly. There was a long silence.
This hand, as the first had done, went all in favour of the two men. Mr. Rastall-Retford won five tricks in succession, and, judging from the glitter in his mild eye, was evidently going to win as many more as he possibly could. Mrs. Rastall-Retford glowered silently. There was electricity in the air. The son of the house led a club. Eve played a card mechanically.
He conveyed to young Mr. Rastall-Retford the impression that, in the dear old 'Varsity days, they had shared each other's joys and sorrows, and, generally, had made Damon and Pythias look like a pair of cross-talk knockabouts at one of the rowdier music-halls. Not to invite so old a friend to stay at his home, if he ever happened to be down that way, would, he hinted, be grossly churlish. Mr.
They were alone in the room, Mr. Rastall-Retford having drifted silently away in the wake of his mother. Suddenly Eve began to laugh helplessly. He shook his head at her. "This is considerably sharper than a serpent's tooth," he said. "You should be fawning gratefully upon me, not laughing. Do you suppose King Charles laughed at my ancestor when he ate the despatches?
Rastall-Retford there had hardly been a moment when she had not been hungry. Some time before Mrs. Rastall-Retford's doctor had recommended to that lady a Spartan diet, and in this Eve, as companion, had unwillingly to share. It was not pleasant for either of them, but at least Mrs. Rastall-Retford had the knowledge that she had earned it by years of honest self-indulgence.
It was a crisp and exhilarating morning, and he appeared to be feeling a universal benevolence towards all created things. He even softened slightly on the subject of Mrs. Rastall-Retford, and advanced the theory that her peculiar manner might be due to her having been ill-treated as a child. Eve listened in silence. It was not till they were nearing home on their return journey that she spoke.
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