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"Oh! Then you would like calcul. People who are really fond of other patiences don't; they despise it because it comes out. I don't like any other sort of patience; I'm not clever enough; so I like this. Let me teach you, may I?" Vyvian got up. "Thanks; you're quite too kind. On the whole, I think I can conduct my life without any form of patience, even one which comes out."
It was not, but Peggy began preparations by screaming melodiously for Teresina. They heard the boarder sigh. He was a tall young man with inspired eyes and oily hair. Peter had observed him the night before, with some interest. "That's Guy Vyvian," Peggy told him, looking for Illuminato's dryer suit in the china cupboard. "Fancy," said Peter.
Peggy, bending over him, drew caressing fingers through his dark hair and said, "Go to bed, you poor old dear, and don't worry any more to-night. Worry won't help now, will it?" "Bed?" said Hilary. "Bed? What's the use of that? I shouldn't sleep a wink. I have a frightful head, and I must go and find Vyvian and tell him." Peggy sniffed. "Much Vyvian'll care!
Vyvian broke out about Cheriton. "Did you see that grand fellow who was too proud to know me? Driven you away too, has he? We don't know people in boarding-houses we're in our private flat ourselves! It makes me sick!" But his vulgarity when he was angry was a shade less revolting, because more excusable, than when he wasn't.
And I suppose the way one's been brought up counts, and what one's inherited, and all that." "Well, if Rhoda'd taken after Mrs. Johnson she wouldn't have liked Vyvian. He used to give her the creeps, like a toad. She told me so. She disliked him more than I did.... Well, I shall never understand. I suppose if I could Rhoda would have found me more sympathetic, and might have stayed."
Johnson had insisted on going to look at pictures with him and Rhoda, and her remarks were such Nervous prostration, poor Mr. Vyvian. So I've had Illuminato down here with me since then. He wants to go to you, Peter, as usual." Peter took the scarlet bundle, and it burrowed against his shirt-front with a contented sigh.
He's been in bad odour all his life, I should fancy. One more row won't bother him much. I wish it would; it would be almost worth while to be upset if Guy Vyvian was going to be upset too the waster.
Lady Earle had engaged two fashionable ladies' maids, had also ordered for each a wardrobe suitable to the daughters of Lord Earle. Mrs. Vyvian had two rooms near her charges. Knowing that some months might elapse before Ronald returned, Lady Helena settled upon a course of action.
Vyvian, who had been watching the three with a covert smile, drained his glass and said, "Well, it's supposed to be partly my business, you know. But since you don't think so, I'll say good-night." He included the three in a supercilious nod, and left the room. He left a queer silence behind him.
Rhoda watched him silently. "Do you know calcul, Mr. Vyvian?" Peter enquired, collecting scattered portions of the pack from under the arm-chair. Mr. Vyvian stared at Peter's back, which was the part of him most visible at the moment. "I really can't say I have the pleasure; no." "Would you like to learn it?" said Peter politely. "Are you fond of patience?" "I can't say I am," said Mr. Vyvian.
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