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And Ronnie is wretched too, because he remembers how you let fly at him that evening, and he thinks you really meant it." "I did," said Helen. "Of course, had I known how ill he was, poor old boy, I should have been more patient. But I have a little son to consider now, as well as Ronnie. I did think him selfish, and I do." "My dear angel," said Dr.
After a moment Ronnie spoke, his voice very low. "I suppose you had a reason for what you have just been doing?" "Yes," Baring said sternly, "I had a reason. Do you mean me to understand that you didn't know that fellow to be a blackguard?" Ronnie made no answer. He stood like a beaten dog. "If you didn't know it," Baring continued, "I am sorry for your intelligence.
Baring paused, then, with a strange, unwonted gentleness, he took the boy's arm and led him in. "Never mind!" he said. Ronnie went with him, but in Baring's room he faced him with the courage of despair. "You'll have to know it," he said jerkily. "It was my doing that you and she parted as you did. She was going to tell you the truth. I prevented her for my own sake not hers.
This lay open upon the watch, having evidently fallen from his fingers. A candle had burned down into the socket, and spluttered itself out. Dick picked up the miniature, held it close to the light of his own candle, and examined it critically. "He certainly went in for beauty," he remarked in a low voice to Aubrey Treherne, as he laid the miniature beside the pocket-book. "Of course Ronnie would.
His parents were in India, and he had spent some of his holidays with Ronnie and me. But though I loved Rugby and was happy there, I can't say I was a success. I made few friends, who have since, with one exception, drifted out of my life. I was too timid to enjoy Rugger. I never achieved distinction at cricket.
"Yes," said Ronnie with devastating truthfulness, "but my hair has been this colour longer than yours has." Peace was restored by the opportune arrival of a middle-aged man of blond North-German type, with an expression of brutality on his rather stupid face, who sat in the front of the box for a few minutes on a visit of ceremony to Cicely.
"Not long-haired and Semetic or Tcheque or anything of that sort, I suppose?" asked Yeovil. Cicely laughed at the vision of Ronnie conjured up by her husband's words. "No, beautifully groomed and clipped and Anglo-Saxon. I expect you'll like him. He plays bridge almost as well as he plays the piano. I suppose you wonder at any one who can play bridge well wanting to play the piano."
"If we may have your keys we can get it out for you." "Ah, do!" said Ronnie. "Many thanks. Put it on a taxi. I shall leave it at my Club. I am afraid I was rather vague about it just now; but I had been given a sleeping draught on board, and was hardly awake when I got out of the train. I am all right now. Thanks for your help, my good fellow." The inspector looked relieved.
If he had let Helen meet him, she might have been sitting just opposite, at this little marble table! He looked across and saw the unconscious Infant's glass of milk and sponge-cake. He drew them hurriedly towards him. He felt suddenly ashamed of them. It was possible to carry a joke too far in public. He knew Helen would say: "Don't be silly, Ronnie!"
Aubrey had persuaded him to buy a magnificent fur-coat at the Hague. He had lived in it ever since, feeling gorgeous and cosy. Aubrey's ideas of spending money suited him better than Helen's. His taxi glided rapidly along the greasy Embankment. Once it skidded on the tramlines, and Ronnie laid a steadying hand upon the 'cello.
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