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"I didn't know you knew Miss Meredyth." "I am going out," said Hugh. Avoid Mrs. Bonner while she was in this curious mood, he knew he must. "If there's one thing I can't abide, it is secretiveness," said Mrs. Bonner, as she watched him up the road towards the village. Should he answer the letter? Hugh wondered. Or should he just accept it in silence, as an apology for an act of rudeness?
Everard," he said, "I have been trying to induce Miss Meredyth to come and have lunch with me." "Oh!" Joan cried. The word lunch had never passed his lips till now, and she looked at him angrily. "I suggest Prince's," he said. "Let's get a taxi and go there now." "Thank you, I do not require any lunch," Joan said. "But I do, my dear. I am simply famished," said Helen.
Tom Meredyth was a fine fellow, reckless and a spendthrift, by George! but as straight a man and as true a gentleman as ever walked. And old George Alston was one of my best friends, Hudson. We must do something for these two young idiots." "Very good, sir!" said Hudson. "How shall we proceed?" The General did not answer; he sat deep in thought.
Though certainly not dressed in the height of fashion, and by no means an exquisite, Mr. Hugh Alston had that about him that suggested birth and large possessions. Mrs. Wenham beamed on him, cheating herself for a moment into the belief that he had come to add one more to the select circle of persons she alluded to as her "paying guests." Her face fell a little when he asked for Miss Meredyth.
"Publish one of them at your peril," said I. "Pray, Mister Major Meredyth," said he, "what is to prevent me?" "Penal servitude for malicious slander." "I should win my case." "In that event they would get you, on your own showing, for being an accessory after the fact of murder, and for blackmail." "Suppose I risk it?" "You won't," said I.
And I don't ask impossibilities I can't hold you to your previous promise but what about Betty Connor?" "You may count," said I, "on my acting like an officer and a gentleman, and, if I may say so, like a Christian." He said: "Thank you, Meredyth. Good-bye." Then he stuck on his cap, brought his fingers to the peak in salute and marched to the door. "Boyce!" I cried sharply. He turned. "Yes?"
Presently I saw that Boyce was asking for me, for someone pointed me out to his officer attendant, who led him down the steps of the platform and round the edge to my seat. "Well, it has gone off all right," said he. "Let me introduce Captain Winslow, more than ever my right-hand man Major Meredyth." We exchanged bows. "The old mother's as pleased as Punch.
Higgins has joined the army, and so has Day's eldest boy, while you have been going on like a confounded pro-German." "You've no right to say that, Major Meredyth." "Not when you go over to Godbury" the surging metropolis of the County some fifteen miles off "and tell a pack of fools to strike because this is a capitalists' war?
He had never taken Ellice with him since that first time. Two days after the first visit he had driven Constance over, and Constance and Joan Meredyth had become instant friends. "You'll come again and often; it is lonely here," Joan had said.
That Joan Meredyth did not love John Everard no one understood more clearly than Ellice Brand. She had watched them when they were together, she had watched the girl apart; and the watcher's body might be that of a child, but her eyes were the eyes of a woman, as was her heart too. "Why should she take him from me?" she asked herself, and all her being rose in passionate revolt and resentment.
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