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"I expect that you'd give him what for. One blow of your sword and his head would lie at your feet." "That's nasty, too," said Urquhart. "They have white blood, I believe." Lancelot blinked. "Beastly," he said. "Did Mamma hear you? You'd better not tell her. She hates whiteness. Secretly so do I, rather."
"I should like to know what it is you're afraid of," he said in a carefully literal but carefully inaudible tone. He did that sort of thing very well. Lucy was pinching her lip. "All sorts of things," she said. "I suffer from presentiments. I think that you or James may be hurt, for instance " "Do you mean," said Urquhart as if he had been saying "Where did you get this tobacco?"
There was nothing shoppy in his demeanour now, even to Deb's prejudiced eye. The sisters walked up the nave to the altar, hand in hand. Deb passed the bridesmaid, Alice Urquhart, without a look her people had brought the young pair together, and were answerable for these consequences and similarly ignored those walking fashion-plates, Mrs and Miss Breen.
Urquhart gazed at the weedy little growth. "No," he said, "he couldn't yet. But a ladybird could." He picked out a dormant specimen. But Lancelot was now committed to action beyond recall. The words burned his lips. "I say," he said, twiddling a leaf of his orange-tree, "I expect you've been a pirate?" The Judge had wandered in, and was surveying the pair, his hands deep in his trousers-pockets.
Urquhart was being so inordinately decent to him, and he felt, even in his pain, so extremely flattered and exalted by such decency, that not for the world would he have revealed the fact that there had been a second faint click while his arm was being bound to his side, and an excruciating jar that made him suspect the abominable thing to be out again.
"That so? And how did you manage to escape?" demanded Urquhart. Whereupon Dick launched forth into the full story of the disaster.
You wouldn't ask me. No woman wants to make a fool of a man. If she does, she's a vampire." "Mr. Urquhart is very impulsive," she dared to say. "I've known that for a long time," said James. "Longer than you have, I fancy. But it takes more than impulse to break another man's neck. Besides, I really have no reason to suppose that he wants to break my neck. Why should he?"
So when Urquhart held out his hand with a blunt "Good night to you," she let hers hover about Francis as if his was waiting for it which it wasn't, but had to be. "Oh, good night," said the embarrassed exquisite, and forgot to be tender. James picked up the evening paper and was flickering his eye over the leading articles, like a searchlight.
He was very grim to all but the boys. He was to them what he had always been. Polite and very quiet in his ways with Lucy, he had no word for either of his companions. James treated him with deference; Francis Lingen, who felt himself despised, was depressed. "Jolly party!" said Lancelot, really meaning it, and made Urquhart laugh. But Lucy shuddered at such a laugh.
But Lucy will expect feats of strength. You are a champion." "D your eyes!" said Urquhart to himself. "The boy is one of your slaves, too. I can't tell you how contented I am that you approve of him." "He's all right," said Urquhart, who didn't like all this. James, on the contrary, liked it awfully. He became a chatterbox. "He's more than that in his mother's esteem. But Lucy's a wise mother.
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