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Updated: June 11, 2025
I'll console myself somehow just for one dance," said Wilf grandly, for he was feeling greatly flattered first by being regarded as Caroline's keeper, and also by the deferential attitude of this older man who had reached the place in life where he would like to be. "Will you be so kind, Miss Raby?" said Wilson.
Caroline was crying for the sorrow she had given Wilf, but that only lay on the surface, though genuine enough. Beneath that, all unknowing, she mourned a loss which nothing could restore. She and Wilf had given each other that first bloom of young attraction bright glances, touches, cool kisses almost without passion and no power could bring that back.
Will 8.15 do? 'Quite well; I need not be at the hall before a quarter to nine. His father came up. 'Walking my way, Wilf? 'Yes, and in a hurry. I think we must have a hansom. Father and son still lived together, in the same house as formerly. After a brief stretch of pavement, they hailed a conveyance. 'Going to St. James's Hall, I suppose? Mr. Athel asked, as they drove on.
I'm all right," she said over her shoulder. "Don't be soft. People would think we'd quarrelled," said Wilf. "Let them think, then," said Caroline. "Oh, that's it, is it?" He stood still. "I can go back if you don't want me, you know. I'm not one to force myself on anybody." "All right. Go back."
So I left a message that he was to come home at once, 'cause something was wrong." "That'll bring him," said Avice with satisfaction. "Now, look here, Wilf I believe Bob may come. You go and be near the front door, to block Eliza, if he does. Answer any ring." "What'll I say if he comes?" "Say she's gone out to meet him if he thinks that, he'll hurry back to wherever they were to meet.
People only came in now at infrequent intervals; a few dark figures hurried along the promenade; while the sound of the band in the covered hall drifted across through the open windows, mingling with the deep voice of a storm rising far out at sea. After a while Wilf passed through, ostentatiously indifferent. "Oh, that you, Carrie? Good evening, I didn't see it was you at first.
For some obscure reason this question angered Caroline almost beyond bearing. "I told you I'd done with Wilf, and I have," she said rather hysterically. "I wouldn't let him kiss me now for anything on earth. I don't know how I ever could fancy him. "Hush!" said Mrs. Creddle, glancing towards the stairs. "There's your uncle moving. I'm afraid he won't be best pleased to see you here, Carrie.
The whole situation, as it might have been, opened out in front of her for a moment or two, bristling with unpleasantnesses, and she glanced down at the edge of colour appearing under her coat with a distinct regret that she had been persuaded by Mrs. Creddle into wearing the dress. Better far to have stopped at home. Then there was Wilf, taking her arm with cool possessiveness. "Come on, Carrie!
I never hinted a word when you were going out as day girl to that woman who keeps a little shop in your street, though I could see some of my pals thought I was walking out a bit beneath myself. And this is the return I get." He jerked his hat back on his head. "It's enough to make a chap go to the dogs and enjoy himself: blest if it isn't!" "I'm sorry, Wilf.
It is strange what things can be discovered about life by keeping one's eyes open. I daresay you don't let much escape yours." "Oh, I don't go about with them shut, of course," said Wilf modestly. "But I'm like that. It's no credit to me. Always was from a kid."
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