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Augustus walked with me after lunch for a little when we started. He was in a furious temper at the non-slaughter of the partridges. "By Jove! next year," he said, "I'll clear out the whole boiling, whether the mater likes it or no, and have some of the people we met at Harley. Thornhirst is the only man who has killed anything great, though Wakely and Bush did a fair share."
Now, I suppose, we must return to your bear." Augustus was standing by the buffet drinking champagne when we caught sight of him. We stepped for a moment out of his view behind some palms. "Good-bye, Comtesse." "Good-bye," I said, "Will you tell me your name? I did not hear it " "My name! Oh, my name is Antony Thornhirst why do you start?" "I did not start good-bye "
Sir Antony Thornhirst, who had stopped to speak to Lady Tilchester by the billiard-room door, now came over to us. He stood by me for a moment, then crossed to Lady Grenellen. "They are wanting you to play bridge in the blue drawing-room," he said. She rose quite reluctantly, still overcome with mirth. Augustus tried to get up, too, but stumbled back into the sofa.
She talked to me of grandmamma, too, and drew me into telling her things about our past. She was interested in grandmamma's strange bringing-up of me, so different, she said, to the English girls of the present day. "And is it that, I wonder, which has turned you into almost as great a cynic as Antony Thornhirst? He is the greatest I know." "But can one be a cynic if one has so kind a heart?"
"That must be your grandfather's father," said Antony, pointing to a portly gentleman, with lightly powdered hair and a blue riding-coat, painted at the end of the eighteenth century. "It was his eldest son, who had no sons, and left the place to his daughter, who married Sir Geoffrey Thornhirst."
Grandmamma said it was no doubt the engagement-ring he had gone to London to buy, and that I really must receive it with a good grace. At about four o'clock, while I was reading aloud the oration of Bossuet on the funeral of Madame d'Orléans, the tuff-tuff-tuff of a motorcar was heard, and it drew up at our gate and out got Sir Antony Thornhirst and Lady Tilchester.
"I don't think many of the people were there that you met before none, I believe, but Sir Antony Thornhirst." "And how was he?" I tried to say as naturally as possible. "He seemed in the best of health and spirits. There is an intelligent person, if you like. I wish he would enter Parliament." "But Sir Antony is a Tory, I understand, Mr. Budge! He would be no use to you," I said.
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