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"The Bishop is accompanied by his wife. That makes two; and then old Merton, who was at the Colonial Office you know, and Morewood the painter make four." "Sir George Merton is a Radical, isn't he?" asked Lady Claudia severely. "He tries to be," said Eugene. "Shall I order a carriage to take you to the station? I think, you know, you can stand it, with Haddington's help." Mr.
"That's since you took to intellectual company," said Morewood, grinning. "I haven't taken to intellectual company," said Sir Roderick, with languid indignation. "In the general upheaval, intellectual company has risen in the scale." "And so has at last come up to your pinnacle?" "And so has reached me, where I have been for centuries." "A sort of perpetual dove on Ararat?"
If any doubt had remained on my mind as to the deception I had been duped by, this would completely have dispelled it, but I had long before been convinced of the trick, and only wondered how the false Guy Mr. Dudley Morewood had contrived to present himself to me so opportunely, and by what means, in so short a space of time, he had become acquainted with my personal appearance.
Morewood was happy in the pursuit of his art and in arguments with Stafford; and Bob Territon had found refuge in an energetic attempt to organize and train a Manor team to do battle with the village cricket club, headed as it had been for thirty years past by the Rector. Moreover, Stafford himself still seemed tranquil.
As Eugene shook hands with Claudia, he said: "May I call to-morrow?" "You are a little unkind; but you may." And she rapidly passed on to Morewood, and with much sparring made an appointment for her next sitting. "Why does she fence so with me?" he asked the painter, as he took his hat. "What's the harm? You know you enjoy it." "I don't." But it is very possible he did.
Dick turned to her with a quick jerk of the head; a moment later he was covered with confusion, for her bitter little smile told him that he had betrayed the joy which such a notion gave him. To all of them it would be a great relief that Quisanté should not come while the memory of the scene that Morewood had caused at dinner was still so fresh.
There came the change. "That's the weak point about marriage as compared with other contractual arrangements," said Morewood to Dick Benyon. "You can never in any bargain ensure people getting what they expect to get because to do that you'd have to give all of them sense but in most you can to a certain extent see that they're allowed to keep what they actually did get. In marriage you can't.
Whether the Dean elected to be for Quisanté or against him, Morewood claimed a verdict. None the less he was rather puzzled as to what he had a right to wish about Alexander Quisanté, and so he had recourse to his usual remedy a consultation with his wife. He had the greatest faith in Mrs.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Morewood. "I told you so!" But Lady Richard did not even pretend to understand his exultation or what he meant. Whatever he had happened to mean about poor May, the Dean was not Alexander Quisanté's wife. The course of events gave to the Henstead election an importance which seemed rather adventitious to people not Henstead-born.
"Are absolution and ablution the same word, Morewood?" asked Ayre. "Don't know. Ask the Rector. He's sure to turn up when he hears of the rats." "I think they must be a sort of spiritual tub. But Morewood will never admit he's been educated. It detracts from his claim to genius." Eugene, freed from this frivolous company, was not long in discovering Claudia's whereabouts.
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