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"Every woman does," Helen admitted, smiling. "I suppose the child really can keep the hat, can't she?" she added, turning to the Commandant. "Officially the matter is outside my cognizance," he declared. "I shall have nothing to say." The two young men exchanged glances. "A hat," Somerfield ruminated, "especially a Homburg hat, is scarcely an appurtenance of warfare."
The young men, Somerfield especially, were inclined to regard the Prince's achievement from a somewhat critical standpoint. "He rode the race well enough," Somerfield admitted, "but the mare is a topper, and no mistake. He had nothing to do but to sit tight and let her do the work." "Of course, he hadn't to finish either," one of the newcomers, a Captain Everard Wilmot, remarked.
"Only for a time, I suppose?" Somerfield continued. The Prince shook his head. "On the contrary," he said, "I imagine that this will be a long goodbye. I think I can promise you that if ever I reach Japan I shall remain there. My work in this hemisphere will be accomplished." Somerfield looked at him with the puzzled air of a man who is face to face with a problem which he cannot solve.
Then, too, he does not get to messing into the affairs of the family. He's not the Lord Almighty and Supreme Court Judge all the time. Besides that, the wife and children get a kind of independence. "Now this being so, Somerfield was what he was. He had ideas about religion. He was full of the notion that things are arranged so that if you live up to a certain code, you'll get a reward.
The Prince found her alone in the winter garden, for Somerfield, when he had seen him coming, had stolen away. He came towards her quickly, with the smooth yet impetuous step which singled him out at once as un-English. He had the whole room to cross to come to her, and she watched him all the way. The corners of his lips were already curved in a slight smile.
"Seven miles from any railway station," he remarked. Penelope shrugged her shoulders. "I should not care in the least what happened to you, today or at any other time," she declared. After that, Somerfield held his peace, and a somewhat strained silence followed. Soon they reached the outskirts of London.
"Penelope is coming," she said quickly, "you know that? Penelope and Sir Charles Somerfield." "Yes," he answered, "I heard so." The curtain went up. The faint murmur of the violins was suddenly caught up and absorbed in the thunderous music of a march. Lady Grace moved nearer to the front. Prince Maiyo remained where he was among the shadows.
Nora took a chocolate from a box. "Be merciful, Miss Nora!" Harrison pleaded tearfully. "Don't break the regiment up altogether," Somerfield begged, with a little catch in his voice. "All very well for you two to be funny," Nora went on, revisiting the chocolate box, "but you've heard about the Seaforths coming, haven't you? I adore kilts, and so does Helen; don't you, Helen?"
"I call it one of the most sporting things I ever heard of in my life," Lady Grace declared warmly. Somerfield shrugged his shoulders. "One must admit that he has pluck," he remarked critically. "At the same time I cannot see that a single effort of this sort entitles a man to be considered a sportsman. He doesn't shoot, nor does he ever ride except when he is on military service.
"I need only to be told where to go. If there is no time for that, I must stay with the other horses until the finish. There is a flat finish perhaps?" "About three hundred yards," the Duke answered. "Have you any riding clothes?" Penelope whispered to him. "Without a doubt," he answered. "I will go and change in a few minutes." "We start in half an hour," Somerfield remarked.
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