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Updated: May 14, 2025
"You may depend," said Miles grimly, "that anything I ought to know I shall be told ... over and over again ... confound it.... And remember, Aunt Mary, that what I've told you is not in the least private. Tell Pen, tell Mrs. Fream, tell Withells, but just leave me to tell Miss Ross, that's all I beg." "Miles, I shall tell nobody, for I hope ... I hope "
"That little Withells had given her the hump." Lady Mary said it was bed-time and the servants wanted to lock up. The Squire and Mr. Pottinger melted away imperceptibly to smoke in peace elsewhere.
"Miss Morton's father lives in Cheltenham," Jan said to Mr. Withells, who seemed rather left out. "She's going to see him on Tuesday to spend the day." "Then," said Mr. Withells in his clear staccato, "she must take the 9.15 it's much the best train in the day. And the 4.55 back. No other trains are at all suitable. I hope you will be guided by me in this matter, Miss Morton.
"He'd want to paint you now," Meg insisted obstinately. "I know the sort of person he liked to paint." "He never would paint people unless he did like them," Jan said, smiling as at some recollection. "Do you remember how he utterly refused to paint that rich Mr. Withells down at Amber Guiting?" "I remember," and Meg laughed. "He said Mr. Withells was puffy and stippled."
I've made the journey many times." So had Meg; but Mr. Withells always irritated her to such an extent that had it been possible, she would have declared her intention to go and return by quite different trains. As it was, she nodded pleasantly and said those were the very trains she had selected. Miles thrust his head out from among the encompassing three and respectfully implored Mr.
Why not come with us for the walk?" Hugo quite enjoyed his run with Mr. Withells and Mr. Withells enjoyed being consulted about Hugo's plans. He felt real sympathy for a young man whose health, ruined by one bad station after another, had forced him to give up his career in India.
They had an hilarious tea with the children on the Wren's lawn, and the tamest of the robins hopped about on the step just to show that he didn't care a fig for any of them. Meg was just going to take the children to bed when Mr. Withells brought Hugo back. It was an awkward moment.
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