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You will be happy, won't you, darling, if Ron's future is harmoniously arranged?" "Ron will be happy!" said Margot shortly. At the moment it seemed to her as if such good fortune could never again be her own. She must always be miserable, since George Elgood cared so little for her that he could disappear into space and leave her without a word.
You went to the wrong church!" There was a pause of stunned surprise while Margot gasped, and Ron's sleepy eyes brightened with curiosity. "The wrong church! How can that be? They are both Scotch Presbyterians? There is no difference between them?" "Only this difference, that the members of one kirk are hardly on speaking terms with the members of the other!
Ron's foot had been placed on the first rung of the ladder, while as for herself, what greater good could she have found to desire than that which, through the Chieftain's machinations, had already come to pass? She lifted her face to meet the anxious, adoring gaze bent upon her, and cried hurriedly "He he meant it all the time! He meant it to happen!" "Meant what, darling?" "This!"
Let us see what he says!" petitioned Ron eagerly; but Margot returned the letter to her pocket, resolutely ignoring his outstretched hand. "He gives no explanation, but he is coming to-night. Coming to call after dinner, and he asks me to see him alone, so I'll find out all about it, and tell you afterwards." "Alone!" Ron's face was eloquent with surprise, disappointment, and a dawning suspicion.
To this end she repaired to her bedroom after breakfast on the morning after her arrival, made her bed, carefully put away every article of clothing, and tidied the oddments on the dressing-table; went through the same performance in Ron's little crib adjoining her own, and sailed downstairs in a glow of virtuous satisfaction.
"It makes me feel clean!" gasped Margot, at the end of a deep respiration, and Ron's eyes lighted with the inward glow which showed that imagination was perfecting the idea.
To see men who make a profession of religion quarrelling and persecuting each other for trivial differences, is a ghastly spectacle a ghastly spectacle!" He walked on, swinging his short arms to and fro, then suddenly looked up with a keen glance into Ron's eager face.
An editor would soon ruin his paper if he accepted all the manuscripts pressed upon him by admiring relatives." "But you see I don't ask you for an introduction. It's just a piece of information I want, which I can't get for myself. You know the Loadstar Magazine?" "Certainly I do." "Well, the Loadstar is the Loadstar! The summit of Ron's ambition.
This was the reason why he had extracted a promise that George was not to be told of Ron's ambition during his holiday, feigning an anxiety for his brother's peace of mind, which he was in reality doing his best to destroy! This was the explanation of everything that had seemed mysterious and contradictory. He had been laughing in his sleeve all the time he had pretended to help!
If you are bound to sing, sing cheerfully! Try to forget that `sad' rhymes with `glad, and don't feel it necessary to end in the minor key. That rhyming business has a lot to answer for. I like you best when you are content to be your natural, cheerful self!" "You think, then you do think some of them a little good?" Ron's wistful voice would have melted a heart of stone.
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