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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Unmasking is at nine-thirty. Let us be there. We can just make it, and it will puzzle some persons to tell who interrupted them tonight. Our talk will wait until after unmasking. Then we can dodge into one of the side rooms and have it out." "A fine plan," endorsed Ronny. "We are in luck to get here in time enough for the unmasking."
He thought: "Of course, Veronica's soul will come down like a wild pigeon into the ash-tree in our garden, and she will think that our ash-tree is a tree of Heaven." Presently he roused himself to talk to her. "How is your singing getting on, Ronny?" "My singing voice has gone." "It'll come back again." "Not unless-" But he couldn't make her tell him what would bring it back.
"Well, old thing," said Freddie, patting Derek encouragingly on the shoulder, "here we are after all! I know you told me not to roil round and so forth, but I knew you didn't mean it. I thought it over after you had left, and decided it would be a rotten trick not to cluster about you in your hour of need. I hope you don't mind Ronny and Algy breezing along, too.
"We'll just see you through the opening stages," said Freddie, "and then leg it. We'll keep the conversation general, you know." "Stop it getting into painful channels," said Ronny. "Steer it clear," said Algy, "of the touchy topic." "That's the wheeze," said Freddie. "We'll . . . Oh, golly! There's the train coming in now!"
From this moment on we're a great proposition in the ranching world, and I want Ronny to share in with me." Bud nodded. "I get it," he said. Then he added: "You're a great feller." "Great! Cut it out, Bud," Jeff cried sharply. "It's my love for that other half of me that's talking. That merry bit of a twin." "An' you're sendin' for him?"
I wanted Derek to roll along and join the festivities he's never met Ronny but he gave it a miss. Quite right! A chap in his position has responsibilities. Member of Parliament and all that. Besides," said Freddie earnestly, driving home the point with a wave of his spoon, "he's engaged to be married. You must remember that, Parker!" "I will endeavor to, sir."
"I'll no' say but it might just be that," says Ronny, with a thinking look in his eyes. "There was a lass o' that name, on a Hielan' pony, met Dan and me at Bothanairidh the day before the snow," says I. "She talked about ye for a while." "She would be having nothing good to be saying," says he with a laugh.
This interview was turning out so totally different from anything she had expected. The atmosphere was cosy and social. She felt as if she were back in Ovington Square, giving tea to Freddie Rooke and Ronny Devereux and the rest of her friends of the London period. All that was needed to complete the picture was a tea-table in front of her.
With horrid grotesquerie it flapped toward another candle, bent on putting it out. The hood of the voluminous soft black cape which Ronny was wearing was slightly frilled. She had cunningly adjusted it so as to give her masked features an entirely different effect from that of an ordinary domino and mask.
The raking lines of the hills were straight as if they had been measured with a ruler and then planed. "Ronny," he said at last, "we've licked 'em in the first round, you and I. The beastly Boche can't do us out of these three days." "No. We've been absolutely happy. And we'll never forget it. Never." "Perhaps it was a bit rough on Dad and Mummy, our carting ourselves up here, away from them.
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