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Updated: May 28, 2025
"I mean that your nephew came to the Court this afternoon. Alicia and I found him idling about the gardens. He stayed here till about a quarter of an hour ago talking to me, and then he hurried off without a word of explanation; except, indeed, some ridiculous excuse about business at Mount Stanning." "Business at Mount Stanning!
As Stanning was the only one of his rivals of whom he had any real fear, Sheen might have replied with justice that, if that was the case, the more he swotted the better. But he said nothing. He looked at the stove, and dog's-eared the Thucydides. "What a worm you are, always staying in!" said Stanning. "I caught a cold watching the match yesterday."
"We were a fine team last year," agreed Clowes, "and especially strong on the left wing. By the way, I see you've moved Barry across." "Yes. Attell can't pass much, but he passes better from right to left than from left to right; so, Barry being our scoring man, I shifted him across. The chap on the other wing, Stanning, isn't bad at times. Do you remember him? He's in Appleby's.
He wondered if the master had seen the little episode which had taken place immediately before his arrival. Then he remembered that it had happened inside the court. It must have been over by the time Mr Spence had come upon the scene. "Are you waiting for somebody, Attell?" asked Mr Spence. "Stanning? He will be here directly. I passed him on the way."
"This is serious." "Glad you told me," said Linton. "Go on." "Can't you sit down, Linton!" said Stanning. "I was only waiting for leave. Thanks. You were saying something, Clayton. It sounded pretty average rot, but you'd better unburden your soul." The president resumed. "We want to know if you've anything to say " "You don't give him a chance," said Linton. "You bag the conversation so."
It was Phoebe Marks, the pale-faced wife of the Mount Stanning innkeeper. "I beg pardon, my lady, for intruding without leave," she said; "but I thought I might venture to come straight up without waiting for permission." "Yes, yes, Phoebe, to be sure. Take off your bonnet, you wretched, cold-looking creature, and come sit down here."
Mitchell senior owned Turkish cigarettes and a billiard table. Stanning appreciated both. There was also a piano, and Stanning had brought Sheen with him one night to play it. The getting-out and the subsequent getting-in had nearly whitened Sheen's hair, and it was only by a series of miracles that he had escaped detection.
During this, Gatty, who did not comprehend this sudden excitement, or thought it childish, had tried in vain to win her attention. At last he said, a little peevishly, "Will you not attend to me, and tell me at least when you will sit to me?" "Set!" cried she. "When there's nae wark to be done stanning." And with this she was gone. At the foot of the stairs, she said to her brother: "Puir lad!
"Come on, Stanning," said Sheen, who was still holding the door open, "you'll be much more comfortable in your own house. I'll show you out." "I suppose," said Stanning in the passage, "you think you've scored off me." "That," said Sheen pleasantly, "is rather the idea. Good bye." Mr Spence was a master with a great deal of sympathy and a highly developed sense of duty.
But before it quite shut she heard one of the men laugh and say: "Hulloa, Stanning, so that is the secret of our bachelor flat is it? thought you had been lying very low this last two months." She did not catch Gilbert's reply, she only knew that the sense of shame which had been but a fleeting vision before had suddenly taken sharp, strong hold of her.
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