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"Well, mother! So there you are at last!" "Well, Derek!" Derek kissed his mother. Freddie, Ronny, and Algy shuffled closer, like leopards. Freddie, with the expression of one who leads a forlorn hope, moved his Adam's apple briskly up and down several times, and spoke. "How do you do, Lady Underhill?" "How do you do, Mr Rooke?" Lady Underhill bowed stiffly and without pleasure.
Rooke had only just arrived and had gone out again immediately, but that she expected him back at any moment. "Then I'll wait," said Peter, easily. "Miss Davenant's waiting here, too, isn't she?" An odd look of surprise crossed the girl's face. She had thought well, what matter what she had thought since it was evident there was really no secret about the lady's presence in her master's house.
Mrs. Rooke suggested a 'bus, and Nelly agreed. Now that she had done the thing against which her conscience protested she did not want to think over-much. She even wanted to postpone the hearing of the name which she had been hungry to hear for so long. The news she had desired too. How was she going to listen to his name, to talk of him calmly? She wanted time to gain courage.
Nan laid down the closely-written sheet with a half-smile, half-sigh could one ever regard Maryon Rooke without a smile overtaken by a sigh? The letter somewhat cheered her, washing away what remained of bitterness in her thoughts towards him. It was very characteristic of the man, with its intense egotism almost every sentence beginning with an "I" and its lightly cynical note.
Almost unconsciously she was forced into comparing him with Maryon Rooke Rooke, with his curious fascination and detached, half-cynical outlook on life, his beautiful ideals and Nan's inner self flinched from the acknowledgment his frequent fallings-short of them.
And, for some reason best known to himself, he had entrusted the role of the heroine to a doll-like damsel with a lisp, of whom the audience disapproved sternly from her initial entrance. It was about half-way through the first act that Jill, whose attention had begun to wander, heard a soft groan at her side. The seats which Freddie Rooke had bought were at the extreme end of the seventh row.
In short, she worked on him so, that he left Alfred at her disposition, and was no sooner gone to his other asylum six miles off; than the calumniated was conducted by Hayes and Rooke through passage after passage, and door after door, to a wing of the building connected with the main part only by a covered way. As they neared it, strange noises became audible.
"The answer to that is obvious," he replied lightly. "Well, I shall talk to Trenby about the portrait. I suppose permission from headquarters would be advisable?" Nan made a small grimace. "Of the first importance, my friend." Rather to Nan's surprise, Roger quite readily gave permission for Rooke to paint her portrait.
"I was looking at it just before you nearly frightened me to death by appearing so unexpectedly." "Freddie Rooke sold it to me fourteen years ago." "Fourteen years ago!" "Next July," added Wally. "I gave him five shillings for it." "Five shillings! The little brute!" cried Jill indignantly "It must have been all the money you had in the world!" "A trifle more, as a matter of fact.
"You were engaged to your cousin, were you not, just as you are to-day?" "I never accepted my cousin till till Captain Langrishe had gone. It was understood that when we grew up we should marry to please our parents if we saw nothing against it. No one would have wanted to bind me if I did not wish to be bound." Mrs. Rooke flung up her hands with a dramatic gesture.
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