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Sutcliffe was not only a famous girls' school, Sutcliffe was the world that world which, since her earliest remembrances, she had been longing to see and know. In a desperate attempt to realize what had happened to her, she found herself staring hard at the open china closet, at Aunt Mary's best gold dinner set resting on the pink lace paper that had been changed only last week.
The English language, it is to be feared, is not quite flexible enough to mention this secret with delicacy. Did Honora know it? Who can say? Self-respecting young ladies do not talk about such things, and Honora was nothing if not self-respecting. "SUTCLIFFE MANORS, October 15th.
He's the son of James Wing, the financier." "I went to school at Sutcliffe with his sister," said Honora. It seemed to Honora that Mrs. Tyler's manner underwent a change. "My dear," she exclaimed, "did you go to Sutcliffe? What a wonderful school it is! I fully intend to send my daughter Louise there." An almost irresistible desire came over Honora to run away.
Look at the others: the ones that hadn't come back and the ones that had. Jimmy Ponsonby, Harry Craven, Mr. Sutcliffe. And Maurice Jourdain and Lindley Vickers. If Maurice Jourdain had never come back she would always have seen him standing in the cornfield.
Holt," replied Honora, "I am enjoying it so much. I have never been in a big country house like this, and I am glad there is no one else here. I have heard my aunt speak of you so often, and tell how kind you were to take charge of me, that I have always hoped to know you sometime or other. And it seems the strangest of coincidences that I should have roomed with Susan at Sutcliffe."
"What do you do with yourself all day, Minky?" "Nothing much. Read work play tennis with Mr. Sutcliffe." "Mr. Sutcliffe?" "Never mind Mr. Sutcliffe. Mark doesn't want to hear about him." "Is there a Mrs. Sutcliffe?" "Yes." "Does she play?" "No. She's too old. Much older than he is." "That'll do, Mary." Mamma's eyes blinked. Her forehead was pinched with vexation. Her foot tapped on the floor.
"Mind you're at the station in time," he had said; "and, I say! please don't call me Lionel if there are any of our fellows about, it sounds so kiddish. Just call me Sutcliffe, and I'll call you sir as you're so old like we do the masters. Oh yes! and there's something I want you to buy for me, very particularly it's for my study.
Her little high, red nose got redder. And every now and then Dr. Charles looked at Rodney, a grave, considering look, as if he knew something about him that Rodney didn't know. "She shall play what she likes," Mr. Sutcliffe said. He had come in late, without his wife. She was going to play to them. They always asked you to play. She thought: "It'll be all right.
Naturally, Dick, being a novice, took about twice as long as his companion would have taken over the job; but so eager was he to learn and such aptitude did he exhibit that he won the unqualified approval of Barrett, as well as of Mr Sutcliffe, who had been keeping a sharp eye upon what was going on aloft.
She would stay there with the Sutcliffes, for weeks and weeks, in the pink and white house on the terrace. Perhaps they would go on into Italy. Mr. Sutcliffe was going to send to Cook's for the tickets to-morrow. Expensive, well-fitting clothes had come from Durlingham, so that nothing could prevent it happening. Mr. Sutcliffe was paying for her ticket. Uncle Victor had paid for the clothes.
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