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Perhaps Aymer won't want either of us now he has got Christopher." "I wonder now," remarked Nevil, depositing Miss Charlotte on a seat while he took out his cigarette case, "I wonder if you are jealous, Renata." She flushed indignantly and denied the fact with most unnecessary emphasis, so her husband told her in his gentle teasing way.
It's a fearful lot for two people" his eyes wandered across the lawn to Patricia, where she sat with Renata "or even three, but that's what it costs to live properly at Stormly, and the rest has to be used somehow." "How about Stormly Park? Do you and Patricia like the place?" He shook his head again. "I'm afraid we don't. We both feel we are living in an hotel.
They never alluded to his life before that, though they all knew of it, and made their own private comparisons and observations. Christopher became quite attached to the babies so long as they did not intrude on his own particular hours with Cæsar, but he did not get over a certain shy reserve towards Renata.
"She slips into empty places," he said to Cæsar once, and Cæsar laughed at him and told Renata, who coloured and wrinkled her little forehead. "He is a nice boy," she said, "and I love him for being so good to Patricia. There hasn't been a storm since he came."
I shan't even get credit with Heaven. She'll appropriate that." Christopher ran off with it and meeting Nevil on the stairs gave it into his hand. Renata had gone to dress, and Nevil sauntered in to his wife with her "spoils" at once. "Seven pounds, four and sixpence," she said gleefully. "For the crêche fund. It was nice of Aymer. I had not meant to worry him to-day, but he wanted distraction."
Renata and the babies paid their usual visit after tea, and Miss Charlotte, after a brief conversation with her uncle, slid off the sofa and trotted away to the end window, where she appeared to be diligently playing hide-and-seek with herself. Suddenly her elders were startled with a prolonged cry of anguish and Renata flew to the rescue.
For a moment all three heads were on a level, and it was only when the long Nevil stood up and Renata was reaching up on tip-toe to put some of the violets in his coat that Aymer's sense of completeness vanished. Finally the children were carried off and he was alone again.
Then she rose and, smiling, kissed Els, who was sleeping, on the forehead, told Sister Renata that she would go to rest, and lay down on her bed in the darkened chamber. Whilst praying and reflecting she had thought constantly of her mother.
"And I would rather have Cæsar unaccompanied. So there is some use in Patricia's fancy." "Of course," put in that young lady, "there always is. Please do not waste precious time talking. Tell me where I am to sit, Christopher." "I'll take every care of her," said Christopher, looking at Renata, "we'll be back in time for dinner. Be kind and get rid of Mr. Masters by then."
I can remember him quite well, at all sorts of times; he was very big and fair, and splendid, but always everything I remember ends in that. And I can remember getting in a rage when I was quite little and seeing my mother turn white, and she jumped up and ran out of the room crying out to Renata. My father was killed hunting when I was six years old and mother died when I was nine years old.
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