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Updated: June 14, 2025
He would potter about the town while Mr. Withells inspected the flowers. The Grange head-gardener had several exhibits, and was to be taken on the front seat. They started soon after breakfast and would be gone the whole day, for it was an hour and three-quarters run by road and two by train. "I wish he had offered to take you," Jan said to Meg when the big motor had vanished out of the drive.
"It would have been so nice for you to see Major Morton." "And sit bodkin between Hugo and Mr. Withells or on one of those horrid little folding-seats no, thank you! When I go to see my poor little papa I shall go by train by myself. I'll choose a day when their dear father can help you with the children." After lunch Meg began to find fault with Jan's appearance.
He saw the fleeing fair one disappear into the distance and in the shortest time on record he heard the clanging of her bicycle bell as she scorched down his drive. "Puffy and stippled" "Puffy and stippled"! Mr. Withells repeated to himself this rudely personal remark as he walked slowly towards the house. What could she mean? And what in the world had he said to make her so angry?
"Surely I'm the best judge of that." "No, you're not a judge at all. You think you're in love with me...." "I'm hanged if I do I know." "Because you're sorry for me " "On the contrary, I'm sorry for myself. I think you're a hard-hearted ... obstinate ... little...." Mr. Withells would have been scandalised at the conduct of Miles.
"Are you thinking of getting married?" she asked, with the real interest such a subject always rouses in woman. "That depends," Mr. Withells said consciously, "on whether the lady I have in mind ... er ... shall we sit down, Miss Ross? It's rather hot in the walks." "Oh, not yet," Jan exclaimed. She couldn't think why, but she began to feel uncomfortable.
And if Mr. Withells had seen what happened to the "sensible" Miss Ross just then, his neatly-brushed hair would have stood straight on end. In the road, too! "No," said Jan, "it would be like marrying a widow ... with encumbrances." "But you don't happen to be a widow besides, if you were, and had a dozen encumbrances, if we want to get married it's nobody's business but our own."
Withells, too, sat down for a few minutes, and no sooner had he done so than William dashed out from amongst them, and, returning, was accompanied by Captain Middleton. "No tea, thank you. Just got down from town, came with a message from my uncle would Miss Ross's friend care for a rod on the Manor water on Monday?
Withells took Hugo for a drive, Meg left her children in Earley's care the minute she heard the car depart, and went to look for Jan in the house. She found her opening all the windows in the dining-room. Meg shut the door and sat on the polished table, lit a cigarette and regarded her own pretty swinging feet with interest. "How long does Mr. Tancred propose to stay?" she asked.
Beautiful Lady Pen was painted to the eyes, and her maid was not quite skilful in blending her complexion rightly with her vivid hair; beautiful hair it was, with a large ripple that was most attractive, but Mr. Withells, sitting on the other side of Lady Pen, decided that he didn't approve of her. She was flamboyant and daring of speech. She made him nervous.
Withells fled out by the window, and sat on the step on his carefully-folded handkerchief, but even so the cold stones penetrated, and he came in again. And after "Drake's Drum" it was time to go home.
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