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"And that?" the General enquired coldly. Before Tabs could answer, a Major in the Guards who was passing had halted. "Hullo, sir!" he exclaimed, addressing Braithwaite. "I was intending to hunt you up. I've heard a rumor about your transferring to the Regulars. Why don't you have a shot at my outfit?" Braithwaite introduced Lord Taborley perfunctorily, then returned to his friend's question.
"Lord Taborley speaking." "This is Sir Tobias Beddow." There was a pause, followed by a little asthmatic cough. Then, "How are you, my dear fellow? I've been trying to reach you all evening. I was expecting to see you round here this morning at eleven. No, I don't mean perhaps what you infer.
We hold that you have no right to be complacent until the bill you put your hand to has been settled. I don't know how Lord Taborley feels; he's not expressed " "Tabs feels exactly the way you do and so do I." It was Terry speaking, like the shrill courage of a bugle answering the slow bass of a trumpet-call. "We're the world that purchased victory we three, while the rest of the world sat back.
I think Lord Taborley would like some bread, Porter." But Terry wasn't to be deterred. She seemed to be taking a perverse delight in introducing the one subject on which it would have been most fitting for her to have remained silent. "Since Tabs came back we've found out all about the General. You'll never guess who he really is or was.
He was full of tricks and contradictions, obstinacies and tendernesses, this Punch-like old gentleman with the head of Shakespeare. "I knew that was how you felt," he continued, "because you've seen all the love that has gone to their making. You were already a big fellow when they were still tiny. Wasn't it Terry who first called you Tabs because her tongue couldn't get round Taborley?
It would be foolish for me to pretend that I'm altogether grateful grateful for your way of expressing most of the things that we've discussed together. At the same time, Lord Taborley, I owe you an apology if at any point I've misjudged your intentions. As regards Ann, you err in justice when you hold me accountable for all the causes of her tragedy.
"It's Porter, Madam. Dinner is served." "Oh, come in, Porter. Have you laid a place for Lord Taborley?" As the maid entered, Tabs rose. "I had no idea Why, I've been here for hours. I really must apologize, Mrs. Lockwood, and be going." However much his reception had been prearranged, dinner had formed no part of the program.
Up to that point she had referred to him anonymously as "a friend at the War Office." Tabs tried to switch to another subject without making the change offensively apparent. "Now that I'm a free man, I've got to reorganize a household." She kindled into interest, "Taborley House is still a hospital, isn't it?" "Yes, I handed it over to the Americans. I was glad to do that for my mother's sake.
But as they grew stronger, they walked away and away, always getting more incomprehensible, till finally it hasn't happened to Terry yet till finally they met a man. Wait till you're a father, Lord Taborley; from the moment you give all that whiteness into another's keeping, you never cease to be jealous of him. He can never appreciate what a gift you have made him.
"I'm not sure that I understand your symptoms." The gurgle was repeated. "You wouldn't. Lord Taborley never feels vulgar and he's always safe. But this is one of my vulgar days, when I'm not to be trusted. I always have one when Di has been to visit me; it's the relapse after contact with too high standards of respectability. I'm liable to do anything.
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