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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I think it's simply splendid of you, Audrey," declared Sara warmly, as they were all partaking of tea at Greenacres, whither Audrey's car had borne them from the station. Audrey laughed. "My dear, what else could I do with my money? I've got such a sickening lot of it, you see!
Just as the honeymooning pair disappeared altogether their two forms came into contact, and Audrey's eyes could see the arm of Lord Southminster take the arm of Lady Southminster. They vanished from view like one flesh.
If the poetry of the one is like the arch of the rainbow, spanning and adorning the earth, that of the other is like a dull, leaden cloud hanging over it. Mr. Crabbe's style might be cited as an answer to Audrey's question "Is poetry a true thing?" There are here no ornaments, no flights of fancy, no illusions of sentiment, no tinsel of words.
This is Madame Moncreiff, of whom I have spoken to you. Madame my husband. We have just come from the Foas." Monsieur Piriac bent over Audrey's hand, and smiled with vivacity, and they talked a little of the evening, carelessly, as though time existed not. And then Monsieur Piriac said to his wife: "Dear friend. I have to work with this old Gilman. We shall therefore ask you to excuse us.
It's of import, Deborah, that my parishioners, being easy folk, willing to live and let live, should like me still, and that a majority of my vestry should not be able to get on without me. With this in mind, get out the wine, dust the best chair, and be ready with thy curtsy. It will be time enough to cry Audrey's banns when she is asked in marriage."
"Do you know, I believe that's the Pike!" Copplestone gave Audrey's elbow a gentle squeeze. "Look at old Chatfield!" he whispered. "By gad! look at him. Yes," he called out loudly, "We know it's the Pike we saw that from the top of the cliffs. She's coming straight in." "Oh, yes, it's the Pike," exclaimed Audrey. "Aren't you delighted, Mr. Chatfield."
Monkshaven had been frankly disappointed. The gossips, who had so frequently partaken of Audrey's hospitality and then discussed her acrimoniously, had counted upon the lavish entertainment with which, even in war-time, the wedding of a millionaire's widow might be expected to be celebrated.
And there was a great scurry of important and puzzled feet within a radius of a score of yards. "I think I'll try the next window," said Jane, handing over the megaphone. "You shout while I throw." Audrey's heart was violently beating. She took the megaphone and put it to her lips, but no sound would come.
But a doubt about the propriety of everlasting lemonade for a widow with much knowledge of the world, stopped her. "I vote we all have grenadines," said Nick. Grenadine was agreeable to Audrey's ear, and everyone concurred. The ordering was always summarised and explained by Musa in a few phrases which, to Audrey, sounded very different from the French of Tommy and Nick.
Garth Trent had not yet come. Despite her longing to see him again, she was conscious of a certain diffidence, a reluctance at meeting him in the presence of others, and she wished fervently that their first meeting after the events of the previous day could have taken place anywhere rather than at this gay little lunch party of Audrey's.
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