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"I'll go with you," she said, nodding adieu to Gladys; and she swung off the step and crossed the shell road. "Jump in," urged the child; "I'm in a dreadful hurry, and Odin can't trot very fast." "I'd prefer to drive slowly," said Miss Erroll in a colourless voice; and seated herself in the village-cart. "Why must I drive slowly?" demanded the child.
But the telegram went to his club, and waited for him there; and meanwhile another telegram arrived at his lodgings, signed by a trained nurse; and while Miss Erroll, in the big, dismantled house, lay in a holland-covered armchair, waiting for him, while Nina and Austin, reading their evening papers, exchanged significant glances from time to time, the man she awaited sat in the living-room in a little villa at Edgewater.
"Then why don't you? If I was old enough to marry Boots I'd do it. Why don't you?" "I don't know," said Miss Erroll, as though speaking to herself. Drina glanced at her, then flourished her be-ribboned whip, which whistling threat had no perceptible effect on the fat, red, Norwegian pony.
Eileen Erroll, standing near on the pitching raft, listened intently, but curiously enough said nothing either in praise or blame. "He is exactly the right age," insisted Gladys as though somebody had said he was not "the age when a man is most interesting." The Minster twins twiddled their legs and looked sentimentally at the ocean.
Then and the cat fled at the first chord "Lochleven Castle": "Put off, put off, And row with speed For now is the time and the hour of need." Miss Erroll sang, too; her voice leading a charmingly trained, but childlike voice, of no pretensions, as fresh and unspoiled as the girl herself.
She turned again to the doorway; a maid stood there holding a note on a salver. "For Captain Selwyn, please," murmured the maid. Miss Erroll passed out. Selwyn took the note and broke the seal: "MY DEAR SELWYN: I'm in a beastly fix an I.O.U. due to-night and pas de quoi! Obviously I don't want Neergard to know, being associated as I am with him in business.
But others, it seemed, were quite as mad about Eileen Erroll as he was; and there seemed to be small chance for him to possess himself of her, unless he were prepared to make the matter of possession a pointed episode.
He is an Oxford man, and came off with honors: he is quite a well-born man, and gives this entertainment in honor of his friend and relation, Lord Lansdowne." "Lord Lansdowne!" echoed her ladyship, sternly. "Son of the Marquis of Lauderdale, whose wife was Lady Honora Erroll." "Did Mr. Burmistone give you this information?" asked Lady Theobald with ironic calmness. Mrs.
But Miss Erroll was already seated at the nursery piano, and his demands were drowned in a decisive chord which brought the children clustering around her, while their nurses ran among them untying bibs and scrubbing faces and fingers in fresh water. They sang like seraphs, grouped around the piano, fingers linked behind their backs. First it was "The Vicar of Bray."
"It would be amusing, wouldn't it?" she asked with guileless frankness; "but, of course, it is not true this report of their reconciliation." "Whose reconciliation?" asked Miss Erroll innocently. "Why, Alixe Ruthven and Captain Selwyn. Everybody is discussing it, you know." "Reconciled? I don't understand," said Eileen, astonished. "They can't be; how can "
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