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"But why in Heaven's name," Yaverland asked, "do you carry a protractor about with you?" "Off and on I try and keep up my Euclid and do a rider over my lunch, and I just keep a protractor handy." Yaverland stopped. "Ellen," he said, "I haven't known you very long."
"Lassie, you are blethering," said Mr. Mactavish James, "this is a pairfect salad of foreign pairts." It had to come out. "Mr. Yaverland says Peru is lovely. He has been both sides of the Andes. He liked Peru. There are silver mines at Iquique and etairnal spring at the place whose name I have forgotten. Funny that I should forget the name of the one place on airth where there is etairnal spring!
And then she reminded herself that it could not be horrid, for all grown-up people like it, and that there had never been any occasion when it was more necessary for her to be grown-up, so she continued to drink. Even after several mouthfuls she did not like it, but she was then interrupted by a soft exclamation from Mrs. Yaverland. "My dear, this wine is abominable.
It had seemed to Yaverland an undistinguished pocket of the country, and there had been nothing that caught his attention save the wreck of a ropeworks close by the village, which had been gutted by fire two or three nights before and now stood with that Jane Cakebread look that burned buildings have by daylight, its white walls blotched like a drunkard's skin with the smoke and water, and its charred timbers sticking out under the ruins of the upper storey like unkempt hair under a bonnet worn awry.
Yaverland smoothed her eyebrows once again, and gave her nails one more perfunctory polish, and opened her mouth to speak, but caught her breath and shut it again; and said, after a moment's silence, "I hope I've ordered the right sort of pudding. It's so hard to remember all these irrelevant French names. I wanted you to have the one with crystallised cherries.
"If we were climbing that now, yon spray would be on our faces, and I love the prick of cold water!" she burst out. "Whatever for did I make that daft-like vow? A lot of good it's like to do the social revolution! I really am a fool sometimes!" Was there ever such a child, Yaverland asked himself triumphantly, as if he had proved a disputed point.
She felt relieved and warmed as soon as she had mentioned his name, and sat down easily in the window-seat and smiled back at the old man. "Ehem! So this Mr. Yaverland has surveyed mankind from China to Peru, as the great Dr. Johnson says." But she could not speak of Yaverland again so soon. She tried to make time by wrangling. "Why do you call him the great Dr. Johnson?
Yaverland should speak of the Thames as if it were an interesting and important relative. It could not possibly be that Mrs. Yaverland felt about the river as she felt about the Pentlands, for elderly people did not feel things like that.
"There's one in the office will not leave the puir lassie alone...." Yaverland had fumed with rage at the idea; and then had been overcome with a greater loathing of this false and theatrical old man. Inglis and the man who wanted her were at least slaves of some passion that was the fruit of their affairs. But this man was both of them. He had not wished this girl well.
But life is like that...." Ah, what did they think she had been doing with that man Yaverland? The shocked dipping undertones of Mr.
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