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Like the majority of his countrymen, Mr Rowden was ready to believe anything he heard of social conditions in the States, but one point required explanation. "You said the child had golden hair." "Yes, his mother's hair was red," sighed Clifford. Gethryn, glancing round, saw the Englishman's jaw drop, as he said, "How extraordinary!" Then he began to smile as if suspecting a joke.
He's worked all day at Julien's for a week past," cried Elliott and Rowden together. "And my evenings?" prompted Clifford sweetly. "Are devoted to writing letters home!" chanted the chorus. "Get out!" was all Rex answered, but his face brightened at the three bad boys standing in a row with their hats all held politely against their stomachs.
Rowden disdained to answer him. Colette caught another gudgeon and awoke Elliott, who protested and gazed about for the lunch baskets, as Clifford and Cecile came up demanding instant refreshment. Cecile's skirts were soaked, and her gloves torn, but she was happy, and Clifford, dragging out a two-pound trout, stood still to receive the applause of the company.
She was the active and efficient partner in the concern, Mrs. Rowden the dignified and representative one. The whole of our course of study and mode of life, with the exception of our religious training, of which I have spoken before, was followed under her direction, and according to the routine of most French schools.
A faint fresh odour of earth and water hung in the air, and through the sunlight, orange-tipped butterflies danced above the marsh grass, soft velvety butterflies flapped through the mossy woods. Hastings was thinking of Valentine. It was two o'clock when Elliott strolled back, and frankly admitting that he had eluded Rowden, sat down beside Colette and prepared to doze with satisfaction.
"I think it's all right," said Elliott, noticing his look, "eh, Clifford?" "Is there enough champagne?" asked that youth, calculating four quart bottles to each person. Rowden groaned. "Of course there is. What are you made of?" "Human flesh," acknowledged the other meekly. At eleven the guests began to arrive, welcomed by the triumvirs with great state and dignity.
Rowden relinquished her share in the concern herself marrying, and becoming Mrs. St. Quintin.
The latter presented him to three bewitching girls who welcomed him so charmingly and seconded Rowden in his demand that Hastings should make one of the party, that he consented at once. While Elliott briefly outlined the projected excursion to La Roche, Hastings delightedly ate his omelet, and returned the smiles of encouragement from Cecile and Colette and Jacqueline.
"Yes," said Rowden, "he gives receptions with floral decorations and invites Clifford, while we sit on the stairs." "Yes, while the youth and beauty of the Quarter revel," suggested Rowden; then, with sudden misgiving; "Is Odette there?" "See here," demanded Elliott, "is Colette there?"
Towards 1 am Mr Clifford's conversation had become incoherent. But he continued to drink toasts. He drank Yvonne's health five times, he pledged Rowden and Gethryn and everybody else he could think of, down to Mrs Gummidge and each separate kitten, and finally pledged himself. By that time he had reached the lachrymose state. Tears, it seemed, did him good.
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