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But its import grew. "It's an affair of long standing, isn't it?" she asked him. "I I don't know, I'm sure," he muttered, his brow clouding. "Something in his manner made her glance at the clock. "Half-past one and Reggie's coming to lunch at two. I'll have to tear." He opened the dressing-room for her and, after she had vanished within, stood glowering at the door like one possessed.
A scrap of white paper fluttering on the ruins attracted Reggie's attention, and he ran across the garden, climbed the wall, and captured it. After looking at it he gave a violent start, then ran towards the house. 'It's a postal order, he said, giving it to the doctor; 'what's the meaning of this? All clustered round, and the doctor took the piece of paper and examined it.
They had come early at Reggie's request, and he introduced them to Mrs. de Graffenried, a tall and angular lady with a leathern complexion painfully painted; Mrs. de Graffenried was about fifty years of age, but like all the women of Society she was made up for thirty.
"But all monks are not bad," remarked Nora consolingly. "Think of the Great St. Bernard ones, with their dogs." And on Reggie's inquiring mind demanding further particulars on the subject, she walked on with him somewhat in front of the rest of us, a happy little pair in the sunshine.
He traced the course of the entire campaign for Reggie's benefit. And Reggie who had been there listened respectfully to Jevons. Viola had lured me into a corner where only scraps of their conversation reached us from time to time.
We, Kendal and I, were down the street by the ambulance when they came out, and I didn't see that it was Reggie till I heard Kendal say, "Sir, that's Major Thesiger he's got!" Reggie's arm was round Jimmy's shoulder and Jimmy's arm was round Reggie's waist. He half carried, half supported him. He came out in the middle of a cloud of smoke that hid him.
The Town Hall was spreading itself over the street, with a noise like a ship's coal going down the shute in a thunderstorm, as Reggie's stretcher slid home along its grooves in the ambulance. Kendal and I were inside for a second or two doing things for Reggie. The engine throbbed. The whole ambulance shook with its throbbing.
It was the first of Reggie's letters she had ever lost, and he had written every single day for a whole year." "Three-hundred and sixty-five letters, and every one mushy?" cried Beverly, incredulously. "I should think it would be worse than eating a pound of nougat every day." Petty alternately moped and searched all Saturday, but, of course to no purpose.
Esmé!" cried Lord Reggie's petulant boyish voice. "Where are you? We have finished the practice, and Mrs. Windsor wants us to come in to supper. Oh! here you are. Lady Locke, the boys say they like my anthem. Jimmy thinks it is beautiful. Isn't he a dear boy?" "Does he include himself among those whom he deceives?" she thought, as they walked towards the house.
"Not in the least," was Reggie's answer, "it is like along Piccadilly after nightfall, looking in at the Empire, and returning via Regent Street; and in Paris, like a visit to the Rat Mort and the Bal Tabarin. It is the local version of an old theme." "But is that a nice sight for a lady?" "It is what every lady wants to see." "Reggie, what rot! Any clean-minded girl "
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