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"My cook's been walking out with the village carpenter ever since she came to St. Wennys, but she's no nearer a wedding ring than she was twelve months ago." "I think," observed Sandy gravely, "that greater success will attend Penelope's perambulations. Kitty was so cock-a-hoop over it that she couldn't refrain from 'phoning the good news on Sunday morning.
At dinner she was astonished to find that the house-party had decreased by one. Ralph Fenton was absent. "He left for town this morning, by the early train from St. Wennys Halt," explained Kitty. "He was was called away very suddenly," she added blandly, in answer to Nan's surprised enquiries.
Wennys, the whole of the house-party at Mallow had scattered. Lord St. John was the first to go leaving in order to pay a short visit to Eliza McBain before returning to town.
"No, thanks," he answered jerkily. "I'll walk." Mallow Court, the Seymours' country home, lay not a mile from the village of St. Wennys. A low, two-storied house of creeper-clad stone, it stood perched upon the cliffs, overlooking the wild sea which beats up against the Cornish coast.
Wennys and turned inland along the great white road that swept away in the direction of Trenby Hall, ten miles distant. The kennels themselves lay a further four miles beyond the Hall.
Wennys was a small fishing village on the Cornish coast, barely a mile away from Mallow Court. "He won't come I'm sure!" asserted Kitty. "Sir Robert Burnham lives quite near there he's Maryon's godfather and they hate each other like poison." "Why?"
He could never be the kind of lover you would be, my Peter. With him, his art counts first of anything in the wide world. And that's why I don't think he'll come to St. Wennys. He's in love with Nan as far as his type can be in love but he's not going to tie himself up with her. So he'll keep away."
Wennys to Clovelly and the green car's nose had been set in quite a different direction. "She's fixed up to go out with me this afternoon," he said slowly. "Tch!" Kitty clicked her tongue sharply against her teeth and, crossing to the chimneypiece, took down a letter which, was resting there. "I'd forgotten this! She left it to be given to you when you called for her this afternoon.
That's just why I want you to come down to us in Cornwall." "But if Rooke is there " "Maryon?" She paused, then went on with a chilly little note of haughtiness in her voice. "I certainly don't propose to invite Maryon Rooke to Mallow." "Still, you can't prevent him from taking a summer holiday at St. Wennys." St.
He dressed quickly in a small tent erected on the shore and then, whistling cheerfully and with his towel slung over his shoulders, took his way up the beach to where his bicycle stood propped against a boulder. A few minutes' pedalling brought him into St. Wennys, where he dismounted to buy a packet of "gaspers" dispensed by the village postmistress.
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