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But I won't marry him and he agrees unless you'll promise to come to Algiers with us a month from now. You'll lend him to us, won't you?" she turned pleadingly to Sorell "we'll take such care of him. Douglas you may be surprised! is going to read law at Biskra!" Otto sank into a chair. The radiance had gone. He looked very frail and ghostly. But he took Connie's outstretched hand.
With fresh poignancy, he felt himself an outcast from her company. No doubt they sometimes talked of him his bitter pride guessed how! she, and Sorell, and Radowitz together. Was Sorell winning her? He had every chance. Falloden, in his sober senses, knew perfectly well that she was not in love with Radowitz; though no one could say what pity might do with a girl so sensitive and sympathetic.
On this afternoon, however, the Hoopers' little drawing-room and the lawn outside were crowded with folk. Alexander Sorell arrived early, and found Constance in a white dress strolling up and down the lawn under a scarlet parasol and surrounded by a group of men with whom she had made acquaintance on the Christ Church barge.
She was born with the wish to please, which, as every one knows, makes three parts of the art of pleasing. Meanwhile Sorell, who was at all times a very popular man, in great request, accepted many more invitations than usual in order to see as much as he could of this triumphal progress of Lady Risborough's daughter. Oxford society was then much more limited than now, and he and she met often.
Hooper was busy with the newspaper, and Alice and Herbert Pryce were talking with the air of people who are, rather uncomfortably, making up a quarrel. Sorell spent his half-hour mostly in conversation with Mrs. Hooper and Nora, while his inner mind wondered about the others.
Or was she nearer still at Penfold Rectory, just beyond the moor he was climbing, the old rectory-house where Sorell and Radowitz were staying? He had taken good care to give that side of the hills a wide berth since his return home.
But about nine o'clock he heard the front gate open and jumping down from the low open window of the rectory drawing-room he went to meet the truant. Radowitz staggered towards him, and clung to his arm. "My dear fellow," cried Sorell, aghast at the bay's appearance and manner "what have you been doing to yourself?"
And when their talk paused, she bent forward, and laid her hand on Sorell's arm: "Let him!" she said pleadingly "let him do it!" Sorell looked at her in troubled perplexity. "Let Douglas Falloden make some amends to his victim; if he can, and will. Don't be so unkind as to prevent it!" That, he supposed, was what she meant.
Pryce occasionally took part in it, but only, as Sorell soon perceived, for the sake of diverting a few of Connie's looks and gestures, a sally or a smile, now and then to himself. In the middle of it she turned abruptly towards Sorell. Her eyes beckoned, and he carried her off to the further end of the garden, where they were momentarily alone. There she fell upon him.
"I don't know!" said Constance, her delicate mouth setting rather stiffly. "Ah, well they are getting old!" Mrs. Mulholland's tone had softened again, and when it softened there was a wonderful kindness in it. A door opened suddenly. The Master came in, followed by Alexander Sorell. "My dear Edward!" said Miss Wenlock, "how late you are!" "I was caught by a bore, dear, after chapel.
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