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Joyce is playing now." "Oh, we have had such a delightful talk," said Dolly, so flushed with pleasure that Miss Smeardon gazed at her in astonishment. "If only I knew her well enough to send her a munificent wedding present! How I should love to do so; just to register my own joy," said Robinette to herself.
There were three new hats, and several pairs of new gloves to be tried on; her accounts must be made up, her cheque book balanced; yet all these things would take but a short time. Then the hall clock struck three. "I must go out," she thought. Coming through the hall from her room Robinette met her aunt and Miss Smeardon descending the staircase.
"Would it be any better if I called him Kitchener?" hissing the word into the animal's face. "Jealous, Bobs? Eh? Kitchener." This last word had a rasping sound that irritated the little creature more than ever; his teeth jibbered with anger, and Miss Smeardon had to offer him a saucer of cream before he could be calmed down enough for the rest of the party to hear themselves speak.
However, Carnaby," she continued, "as the men cannot be spared at this hour, you had better go at once and see what has happened to our guests." "Right you are," cried Carnaby with the utmost alacrity. He was hungry, but the prospect of escape was better than food. He rushed away, and his boat was in mid-river before Mrs. de Tracy and Miss Smeardon had finished their tepid soup.
The colour in Robinette's cheeks paled and then rushed back, as she drew herself up unconsciously. "I am very well, thank you, Aunt de Tracy," she answered with commendable composure. "This is my friend and companion, Miss Smeardon," continued Mrs. de Tracy, advancing to the tea-table where that useful personage officiated. "Mrs. David Loring Miss Smeardon."
But she banished these misgivings and ran down the twisted stairway so fast that she was almost panting when she reached the drawing-room door. "I will take your arm, please," said the hostess coldly, while Miss Smeardon wore the virtuous and injured air of one who has been kept waiting.
"A penwiper, an old, much-used penwiper, is all that Miss Smeardon resembles in that black rag!" Carnaby, watching the start at the door, whistled in open admiration as Robinette came down the steps. "Well, well! we are got up to kill this afternoon; pity old Mark has just gone; but cheer up, Cousin Robin, there's always a curate on hand!"
Make no mistake about the dates, remember." Thus a letter containing dates, and though not love, the substitute described by Miss Smeardon as "something of the kind" for an unwanted niece from an unknown aunt, left Stoke Revel by the afternoon post and reached Robinette Loring at breakfast next morning. Young Mrs.
Tobias Finch fluttered out from the porch "here's old Toby! Watch Miss Smeardon now! She expects to catch him, you know, but he says he's going to be a celly celly-what-d'you-call-'em?" "Celibate?" suggested Lavendar, with laughing eyes. "The very word, thank you!" said Carnaby. "Yes: a celibate. Not so easily nicked, good old Toby you bet!"
As it was she shook hands very warmly with Miss Meredith before they parted, and when half way across the lawn, looked back again, and waved her hand gaily. Miss Meredith was pacing the grass, and treading heavily beside her, with a very gallant air, was her bullock-like young man. "Mr. Joyce is quite wealthy," said Miss Smeardon.
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