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All that James demanded was a quiet life; and she would not let him have it. He wished he was back again in Trafalgar-road. He wished he had never met Helen and her sunshade in the park. That is to say, he asserted to himself positively that he wished he had never met Helen. But he did not mean it. And so he was to help her to wrest Andrew Dean from Lilian Swetnam!
So she joined him. Then a string of young people passed the end of the side-hall, and among them was Jos Swetnam, who capered up to the old couple on her long legs. "Oh, Mrs. Prockter," she cried, "what a pity we can't dance on the lawn!" "I wish you could, my dear," said Mrs. Prockter. "And why can't ye?" demanded James. "No music!" said Jos. "You see," Mrs.
And that led to the Old Oak Tree tea-house in Bond-street, where, not to be beaten by Emanuel, Sarah Swetnam had lately been. "Suppose we have tea," said Helen. And she picked up a little brass bell which stood on the central table and tinkled it. James had not noticed the bell. It was one of the many little changes that Helen had introduced.
He felt that he preferred stout women to thin; and that, without being aware of it, he had always preferred stout women to thin. It was a question of taste. He certainly preferred Mrs. Prockter to Sarah Swetnam. Mrs. Prockter's smile was the smile of a benevolently cynical creature whose studies in human nature had reached the advanced stage.
Helen commented. "You don't seem to care." "I don't see what it has to do with me. But if you talked to Lilian Swetnam in the same nice agreeable manner that you talk to me, I can't say I'm surprised to hear that she broke with you." "Who told you she broke?" Andrew demanded. "I guessed," said Helen. "You'd never have had the courage to break it off yourself." Andrew made a vicious movement.
Prockter's illuminated porch, another cab was just ploughing up the gravel of the drive in departure, and nearly the whole tribe of Swetnams was on the doorstep; some had walked, and were boasting of speed. There were Sarah Swetnam, her brother Ted, the lawyer, her brother Ronald, the borough surveyor, her brother Adams, the bank cashier, and her sister Enid, aged seventeen.
Jarndyce," observed Adams, under the same cover. "What!" cried James, enchanted. "Have you been reading that too?" Adams Swetnam and great-stepuncle James had quite a little chat on the subject of Jarndyce v. Jarndyce. Several other people, including the hostess, joined in the conversation, and James was surprised at the renown which Jarndyce v.
She laughed, and added: "But I'm not jealous. I can trust Emanuel." And with marvellous intrepidity she looked Sarah Swetnam in the face. "Then," Sarah stammered, "you and Emanuel you don't mean " "My dear Sally, don't you think Emanuel is a perfectly delightful boy?" "Oh, yes!" said Sarah. "So do I," said Helen. "But are you " "Between ourselves," Helen murmured.
It was Sarah Swetnam, eldest child of the large and tumultuously intellectual Swetnam family that lived in a largish house in a largish way higher up the road, and as to whose financial stability rumour always had something interesting to say. "Is Miss Rathbone here?" Before he could reply, there was an ecstatic cry behind him: "Sally!" And another in front of him: "Nell!"
In three minutes Helen had told Sarah Swetnam everything about her leaving the school, and about her establishment with her great-stepuncle. And Sarah seemed delighted, and tapped the tiles of the floor with the tip of her sunshade, and gazed splendidly over the room.
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