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"Then he turned from the 'cello, and looked at me; and, Dick, it was the soul of Ronnie my Ronnie in deepest trouble over his Infant of Prague, which looked at me through those deep sad eyes. I cannot explain to you how I knew it! He was totally unlike my big fair Ronnie, but it was the soul of Ronnie, in great distress, looking at me! The moment I realised this, I seemed set free from the past.
Here he comes at last," she added, holding out both her hands to the young man who was making his somewhat difficult way towards them. "Ronnie, you are a few minutes late but we're not in the least cross with you. Do you know that you are looking better already? Come and tell me whom you don't know of my guests and I'll introduce you."
"You may as well go on in the motor to Overdene, and tell them there." "I am going to town," said Billy, decidedly. Then he walked over to where the telegram still lay on the table. "May I copy this?" he asked of Lady Ingleby. "Do," she said, without looking round. "And Ronnie you take the original to show them at the bank. Ah, no! I must keep that for Jim. Here is paper. Make two copies, Billy."
As a small boy I was always 'Ronnie' when people were pleased, and 'Ronald' if I was in for a wigging. The feeling of it sticks to you all your life." "Of course it does," said Aubrey sympathetically. "Beastly hard lines. Well? Helen says 'Ronald' ?" Ronnie's eyes sought the paper again; but once more the black spots danced in a wild shower. He rubbed his eyes and went on reading.
She was out on the hillside, and so My dear fellow, for Heaven's sake pull yourself together! Things are better than you think. She " He did not finish, for Ronnie suddenly sprang past him with a loud cry. A girl's figure had appeared in the doorway of the colonel's drawing-room. Ronnie plunged in, and it was seen no more.
Ronnie walked on beneath the chestnuts and beeches, up the long sweep of the park drive, a dark lonely figure. He was very tired; his heart was heavy and sad. It had been such a cheery glimpse of home, through the lodge window, before the red blind shut it in. Simpkins was a lucky fellow. Mrs. Simpkins looked so kind and comfortable, with the baby's head nestling against her capacious bosom.
"Do you mean that they don't want to give me anything at all?" he demanded anxiously. Sir Alfred shook his head. "You are too impetuous, Ronnie. They're willing enough to give you a home command, but I have asked that it should be left over for a little time, so as to leave you free." "You have something in your mind, then something definite?" Sir Alfred looked out of the window for a moment.
I didn't know they could do it, after twenty." "Much you know, then!" ejaculated Ronnie, scornfully. "I've seen the duchess go pink." "Scarlet, you mean," amended Billy. "So have I, old chap; but that's another pair o' boots, as you very well know." "Oh, don't be vulgar," sighed Ronnie, wearily. "Let's cut the whole thing and go to town. Henley begins to-morrow."
Why, surely you remember, when you read me the scene in the manuscript you wrote just after our marriage, in which a good lady could not sit down upon a small chair, owing to her toupet, I your admiring and awestruck wife ventured to point out that a toupet was not a crinoline; and you were quite grateful, Ronnie. You did not consider me an unappreciative Johnny, nor even a mediocre person!
I am obliged to you, Treherne." "Don't mention it, West. Men rarely lie to one another. On the other hand women rarely speak the truth. What will my good cousin say to one hundred and fifty pounds being paid for a 'cello?" "It will be no business of hers," said Ronnie, angrily. "I can do as I choose with my own earnings." "I doubt it," smiled Aubrey Treherne.
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