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Updated: June 3, 2025


Buchanan had been giving a whist drive. There were sundry Swetnams among the string. And the whole string was merry and talkative. It was a fine night. The leading pearls of the string bore down on the middle-aged pair, and peered, and passed. "Good-night, Mrs. Prockter. Good-night, Mr. Ollerenshaw." Then another couple did the same. "Good-night, Mrs. Prockter. Good-night, Mr. Ollerenshaw."

Later, as they walked by the lake, he ejaculated: "I'm an awful brute!" "I like you as you are," she replied. But the answer was lacking in precision, for at that moment he was being as tender as only an awful brute can be. "Of course," she said, "we mustn't say anything about it yet." "No," he agreed. "To let it out at once might make unpleasantness between you and the Swetnams."

The candle, throwing a small hemisphere of feeble radiance in the vastness of the dim hall, sat on its chair between them. "I can help you," she said, suddenly, after grunts from James. "I'm calling on the Swetnams the day after to-morrow. I'll tell them about about to-day, and when Mrs. Swetnam asks me for an explanation of it, I will be mysterious. If Lilian is there, Mrs.

And the reason was that the entire population of the Town Hall was heartily engaged in pretending that never in its life had it been seen after seven o'clock of a night apart from a dress-suit. Denry observed with joy that, while numerous middle-aged and awkward men wore red or white silk handkerchiefs in their waistcoats, such people as Charles Fearns, the Swetnams, and Harold Etches did not.

The Swetnams were more rollickingly demonstrative. Now that the drawing-room was quite thickly populated, Hilda, made nervous by Mr. Orgreave's jocular insinuation that she herself was the object of the Swetnams' call, took refuge, first with Janet, and then, as Janet was drawn into the general crowd, with Charlie, who was absently turning over the pages of "In Memoriam."

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.

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