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A sister might borrow a cast-off. Its effect was to make the gentleman clearly alive to the fact that she knew exactly why he had stopped short. But Miss Smith-Dickenson did not say to Mr.
"I suppose," said Miss Grahame enigmatically, as soon as inaudibility became a certainty, "I suppose that's why you wanted Miss Smith-Dickenson to come to Cavendish Square?" Gwen did not treat this as a riddle; but said, equally inexplicably: "He could call." And very little light was thrown on the mystery by the reply: "Very well, Gwen dear, go your own way."
Percival Pellew and Aunt Constance Smith-Dickenson, who had started to walk from the flower-show with a couple of young monkeys whose object in life was to spare everybody else their company from selfish motives, did not come rushing into the drawing-room just then, but a quarter of an hour later. For even if the parties had caught the sound of their arrival in time, the peculiarity of Mr.
The General fished up a wandering eyeglass to look at him, and said: "Quite correct!" Miss Smith-Dickenson remarked upon the dangers attendant on over-literal interpretations. The Hon. Mr. Pellew perceived in this that Miss Dickenson had a sort of dry humour. "But you did come to, General, and you are telling me about it," said Lady Gwen. "Now, how long was it before you rejoined your regiment?"
You were going to tell me about yourself." "Why I was given up for dead. It was a good job I escaped decent interment. But the surgeon gave me the benefit of the doubt, and stood me over for a day or two. Then, as I didn't decay properly...." "Oh, General don't be so horrible!" This from Miss Smith-Dickenson close at hand.
But whereas the elder lady was only working for reassurance puzzled somewhat at a certain flushed emphasis in this beautiful daughter of hers Miss Smith-Dickenson was taking mental notes, and looking intuitive. She was still looking intuitive when she joined the numerous party at lunch, an hour later.
Gwendolen, no doubt, had to do the same to her mother the Countess. It was an awful business. Said Miss Smith-Dickenson to the Hon. Percival, on the shady terrace, a quarter of an hour afterwards, "He did tell you who the man is, though? Or perhaps I oughtn't to ask?" Other guests were scattered otherwhere, talking of the tragedy.
You can walk up and down with him, conversing vivaciously, but you mustn't come to an anchor beside him in silence. There would be a suspicion about it of each valuing the other's presence for its own sake, which would never do. "Goin' in?" said the Hon. Percival. "Well it's been very jolly out here." "Very pleasant, I am sure," said Miss Constance Smith-Dickenson.
For really said the core this good gentleman never set eyes on my husk till yesterday evening. And he is a Man of the World and all that sort of thing. Miss Smith-Dickenson knew perfectly well how her sister Lilian the one with the rolling, liquid eyes, now Baroness Porchammer would have responded.
For stinted versions of event had leaked out, and had outlived the reservations and corrections of those who knew. Lunch was conscious of Sir Coupland's arrival in the house before he entered, and its factors nodded to each other and said: "That's him!" Nice customs of Grammar bow before big mouthfuls. However, Miss Smith-Dickenson did certainly say: "I believe that is Sir Coupland."
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