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I believe they both belong to the same gambling set in town more's the pity!" replied Lady Susan, with grim disapproval. "The only difference between them being that Brett gambles and can afford to do it, while Tony gambles and can't. I haven't seen Brett for a long time now," she went on musingly. "Not since last August, when he was yachting and put in at Silverquay Bay for a few days.
He was abroad at the time and never even troubled to come home and have a look at his inheritance. "One thing I know will please you, and that is that we shall be near the sea. Silverquay is the name of the village, which is really a part of the Heronsmere property.
I must really take you home after that, or Miss Lovell will think Silverquay is a veritable hot-bed of gossip. Coventry hasn't been in the neighbourhood a month, poor man, and here you are trying to tie him up with a lady who doesn't even arrive until this afternoon!" "Besides," suggested Robin, smiling broadly, "she may be a really disconsolate widow, you know." Miss Caroline shook her head.
Ann endeavoured to conceal her mirth and reply with becoming gravity. "Maria, dear, if a disreputable character is considered inseparable from pretty undies in Silverquay, I'm afraid I shall get as bad a reputation as Mrs. Hilyard," she suggested meekly. "You, miss?" Maria's loyalty rose in wrathful protest. "And who should have good things if 'tisn't you, I'd like to know?
He had been cruising round the coast and, without troubling to apprise Lady Susan of his intention, had suddenly elected to pay her a visit, and his yacht, the Sphinx, was now lying at anchor in Silverquay Bay. "And even now I don't know how long he proposes staying!" smiled his aunt. "How long?" He smiled back at her. "The question is, how long will you put up with me?
There could be no longer any further doubt as to what had happened Coventry had asked Miss Lovell to marry him, and then, discovering how she had forfeited her reputation somewhere on the Continent, had broken off the engagement between them the very next day. Silverquay fairly buzzed with the tale.
"Really," went on Miss Caroline, doggedly pursuing the line of thought to the bitter end of her commonplace mind, "it's as though it were meant in some way that you should come to Silverquay." "Probably it was," returned the rector simply, and Ann observed a quiet, dreaming expression come into his eyes a look of inner vision, tranquilly content and confident.
She had never seen him again since the morning when, with an intense feeling of relief, she had watched the Sphinx steam out from Silverquay harbour. Lady Susan was much too incensed against him to invite him to White Windows, and Ann rested fairly secure in the hope that she would never see him again, or, at least, not until she was Eliot's wife.
He had come to no decision as to how he should order his future life, and until he had formulated some scheme he found that he could only stop the hideous treadmill of his thoughts by focussing his whole attention on the crazy gyrations of the spinning ball. And then one day, about a month later, a letter was put into his hand, bearing the Silverquay postmark.
Love had come to her and gone again, and only through sheer pluck and a pride that refused to break had she been able to face the fact and hide her hurt from the world at large. Eliot's sudden disappearance from Silverquay last month had made things a little easier for her.
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