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The boy could have put down a cool hundred thousand, I suppose, if it could have done any good. But it wouldn't. I can tell you, darling, this war knocks the nonsense out of a man! 'But Bridget is a woman! said a dreamy voice beside him. Sarratt laughed; but he was launched on recollections and could not stop himself.
Is Miss Cookson here? Milly's candid countenance changed at once. She frowned it might have been said she scowled. 'She came the day Mr. Sarratt went away, Miss. Well of course it's not my place to speak, Miss but she don't do Mrs. Sarratt no good! Miss Martin couldn't help a smile but she shook her head reprovingly all the same, as she hastened away.
But Bridget shook her head, and again said good-bye. George Sarratt took her downstairs, and saw her off on her bicycle. Then he returned smiling, to his wife. 'I say, Bridget makes me feel a dunce! Is she really such a learned party? Nelly's dark eyes danced a little. 'I suppose she is but she doesn't stick to anything. It's always something different.
However he never allowed himself any half-caress of the kind towards Nelly Sarratt now; and once or twice, in the old days, before Sarratt's disappearance, Cicely had fancied that she had seen Nelly check rather sharply one of these demonstrations of Willy's which were so natural to him, and in general so unconscious and innocent. And now he never attempted them. What did that mean?
Voices ascending the stairs announced the party. Cicely came in first; tired and travel-stained, and apparently in the worst of tempers. But she seemed glad to see Nelly Sarratt, whom she kissed, to the astonishment of her Cousin Hester, who was not as yet aware of the new relations between the two.
'Something dreadfully difficult? laughed Nelly. 'I don't know what you mean by difficult, said Bridget ungraciously, looking for her gloves. 'It's psychology that's all. Lucy Fenn's bringing out another volume of essays. 'It sounds awful! said George Sarratt, laughing. 'I wish I knew what psychology was about. But can't you take a holiday? just this week? He looked at her rather gravely.
Sister Agnes appeared at once. Bridget had risen and confronted her. 'Well, said the Sister eagerly. But the visitor's irresponsive look quenched her hopes at once. 'I see nothing at all that reminds me of my brother-in-law, said Bridget with emphasis. 'I am very sorry but I cannot identify this person as George Sarratt. The Sister's face fell. 'You don't even see the general likeness Dr.
Weston that the Farrells were very great people indeed, as to money and county position, and that kind of thing. Sarratt took his visitor downstairs, and returned, laughing to himself. 'Well, darling, I've promised we'll go to his cottage one day this week. You've to let him know. He's an odd fellow!
'And I see you are going out for the day. He glanced at the lunch preparations. 'Do you know Loughrigg Tarn? He turned to Nelly. 'Oh, yes! Her face glowed. 'Isn't it beautiful? But I don't think George knows it. She looked up at him. He smiled and shook his head. 'I have a cottage there, said Farrell, addressing Sarratt. 'Wordsworth said it was like Nemi.
It had all happened when she was ill at the flat; after that letter from the Geneva Red Cross which reported that in spite of exhaustive enquiries among German hospitals, and in the prisoners' camps no trace of Lieutenant Sarratt could be found. On the top of the letter, and the intolerable despair into which it had plunged her, had come influenza.
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