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She was standing there, pale as a corpse, struggling into a heavy coat. "Did you hear?" "Yes." He aided her with her coat. "Do you think you had better go over?" "Yes, I must go." She was trembling so that he could scarcely get her into the coat. "Probably," he said, "Portlaw doesn't know what he's talking about.... Shiela, do you want me to go with you " "No no! Oh, hurry "
Hamil was telling me by the way, there's nothing degenerate about our distant cousin, John Garret Hamil; but he's not pure pedigree. However, I'd advise him to marry into some fresh, new strain " "He seems likely to," said Virginia. After a moment Malcourt looked around at her curiously. "Do you mean Shiela Cardross?" "Obviously." "You think it safe?" mockingly. "I wouldn't care if I were a man."
Shiela had straightened up, trowel in her gloved hand, and now stood looking at him in amused surprise. "I didn't know you rode," she said. "I should think it would be very good for you." "Well," he admitted, turning red, "I suppose I ought to ride now and then. Louis has been at me rather viciously. But you won't tell him, will you?" "No," said Shiela.
Constance, following her glance, saw, and signalled silent invitation; Malcourt sauntered up, paid his respects airily, and joined Hamil and Wayward; Virginia spoke in a low voice to Constance, then, leaning on the back of her chair, looked at Shiela as inoffensively as she knew how. She said: "I am very sorry for my rudeness to you. Can you forgive me, Miss Cardross?"
Of course Phil and I were not low enough to read it, but I'll bet it was about somebody we all know! Do you want to bet Garry?" "Cecile!" said her mother mildly. "Yes, mother I forgot that I'm not allowed to bet, but if I was " Shiela, exasperated, looked at her mother, who shook her head and rose from the table, taking Hamil's arm.
And, when Malcourt had passed came Cecile rustling from the western corridor, gay, quick-stepping, her enchanting laughter passing through the corridor like a fresh breeze as she joined Mrs. Carrick on the stairs. Then silence; and he opened his door. And Shiela Cardross, passing noiselessly, turned at the sound.
"Does Gray like him as much as ever, Neville?" "O Lord, Gray adores him, and I like him, and you knit neckties for him, and Jessie doses him, and Cecile quotes him " "And Shiela?" "Oh, Shiela seems to like him," said Cardross genially. His wife raised her eyes, then calmly scrutinized her knitting. "And Mr. Hamil?" "What about him, dear?" "Does he seem to like Shiela?"
But to-day as I was standing on the leafy path above the bath-houses, listening to the chattering of some excited birds recently arrived from the North in the first batch of migrants, Miss Lester came up to me and said that Shiela would like to see me, and that the doctors said there was no harm in her talking to anybody if she desired to do so.
Malcourt walked slowly over to where Shiela stood. She shrank involuntarily away from him as he bent to pick up the pad which had fallen from her hands. "There's nothing to be frightened about," he said, forcing a smile; and, holding the pad under the light, scanned it attentively. His sister came over to him, asking if the letters made any sense. He shook his head.
No white carnation compares with Shiela; but her calyx often bursts, and he considered the claims of an old pink-flaked clove carnation, striped like a French brocade. But it straggled a little in growth, and he decided that for hardiness he must give the verdict to Raby Castle. True that everyone grows Raby Castle, but no carnation is so hardy or flowers so freely.
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