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Already his first village had suburbs, and here and there, dotted about among the foot-hills, were villas belonging to a wealthier class of people: Bradleys, Godfreys, Warrens, Warings, etc., families of position and breeding, among whom was a constant round of little dinners and dances to which the Poor Boy dearly loved to be invited.
"The Warings haven't heard anything of Jack yet. . . ." "That Benyon must be one of the Herefordshire lot, I fancy. An old private bank. . . ." Eric hesitated on the threshold, looking from one to another. Sybil was undisguisedly disappointed; she had so desperately set her heart on his marrying her beloved Agnes, and the night's meeting had brought them no nearer.
He left the room in such a state of absent-mindedness as actually to pass Mr. Parr in the corridor without speaking to him. The case of Wallis Plimpton was even worse. He had married the Gores, but he had sought to bind himself with hoops of steel to the Warings. The clan was sufficient unto itself, satisfied with a moderate prosperity and a continually increasing number of descendants.
Alas for the fair girl who filled this bad man's thoughts, and who thought but of him that night! down in his cold heart she may not find one solitary gem of tenderness or love to light her with its ray to hope and happiness. Henry Meynell's visits to the Warings became very frequent, and at length daily occurrences.
If she's got to be my sister-in-law which seems not unlikely now I'd better have a look at her beforehand, so to speak, on approbation." The Holkers' grounds were large and well planted, with velvety lawns on the slope of a well-wooded hill overlooking the boundless blue weald of Surrey. Nevitt and the Warings were late to arrive, and found most of the guests already assembled before them.
She lived for "situations" and conflicts, experimenting in emotion; already a garment of romance had been woven round Jack. "I came to tell you that I'd seen the Warings to-day," Eric said at length. "They're off to Switzerland as soon as they can get their passports. If you'd care . . . I mean, I can write a letter from my office and enclose anything; it wouldn't be censored then."
The Warings were plucky about it, because every day the suspense must become worse; and all the while people would rush up and ask for news, as he had done with Agnes, instead of leaving her to spread the news as soon as she had any. People thought that they were being sympathetic when they were simply tearing the bandage away from the wound to gratify their own curiosity.
Had their lives depended on it, Lashmar could not yield another man or woman. "Entertaining here always reminds me of a musical comedy," Eric murmured to Sybil. "Where one goes, all go: "Oh, we're all of us a-going back to Lon-don, Over ocean; that's the notion. . . . "Song and dance. Curtain. Who's the fellow in uniform?" "Mr. Benyon. A friend of the Warings," Sybil answered.
Even if Gwendoline meant to marry the young fellow Granville, with her father's consent, how could Nevitt himself levy blackmail upon Gilbert Gildersleeve by his knowledge of the two Warings' claim to the property? A complication surely.
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