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Lady Grace, who was also leaving the following morning, may be presumed to have echoed it with far more sorrow. The Wyndhams were going that day, and disappeared down the drive, waving handkerchiefs, and carriage-rugs, and hats on sticks, out of the carriage-windows, as is the custom of really amusing people when taking leave.
Fairbairn, Coates, Porter, and Crossfield are there, and Bloomfield and Riddell, and the two Wyndhams, and assuredly a cheerier party never sat down in Willoughby. "I never expected to find you a Welcher," says old Wyndham to the captain. "No? A fellow's sure to find his level, you see, some day," replied Riddell, laughing.
"I will do anything in the world to oblige you," said Ronald gravely, "if you will only explain a little" "Oh no! It is quite impossible. Come with me, both of you, and we will get some lunch at the Wyndhams' and hear all about it by telephone." "Very well," said Joe. "One moment, while I get my things." She left the room. Ronald and Sybil were again alone together.
The Wyndhams and Hope-Actons, with Lady Grace in tow, were the first to appear upon the scene. Mr. Alwynn and Ruth arrived a few hours later, amid a dropping fire of young men and gun-cases, who kept on turning up at intervals during the afternoon, and, according to the mysterious nocturnal habits of their kind, till late into the night.
Aunt Philippa, on her part, who had never taken so much trouble with her niece before, openly marvelled at her intractability, which even the fact that Chris was one of those headstrong Wyndhams did not, in her opinion, wholly justify.
She was as fresh and as gay as ever, and Ronald said to himself that she most certainly had no heart, but that Sybil had a great deal, he was sure of it from the tone of her voice. "What is the news about the election, Sybil?" she asked. "Of course you know all about it at the Wyndhams'." "My dear, the family politics are in a state of confusion that is simply too delightful," said Sybil.
"Who are 'ourselves' exactly?" "Why, you and I, and the Sam Wyndhams, and the Aitchison girls, and Mr. Topeka, and Mr. Harrington, and Mr. Vancouver let me see and Miss St. Joseph, and young Hannibal. He is very nice, and is very attentive to Miss St. Joseph." "Is it nice, like that, skating about in couples?" asked Joe. "No; that is the disagreeable part; but the skating is delicious."
But that was a time of wonders. George the Third had ascended the throne, and had, in the course of a few months, disgusted many of the old friends, and conciliated many of the old enemies of his house. The city was becoming mutinous. Oxford was becoming loyal. Cavendishes and Bentincks were murmuring. Somersets and Wyndhams were hastening to kiss hands.
"You'll be furious enough directly. But it's not that exactly that I mind. It's it's the disgusting shabbiness of it. We Wyndhams are such a rotten lot, we don't see that part of the business till afterwards." "Hadn't you better come to the point?" suggested Mordaunt. "We can talk about that later." "No, we can't," said Rupert, with conviction.
But although the great families of the Wynnes, the Wyndhams, and others, had come under an actual obligation to join Prince Charles if he should land, they had done so under the express stipulation, that he should be assisted by an auxiliary army of French, without which they foresaw the enterprise would be desperate.
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