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To Gregory's reforming instinct it was a constant grief that he had been born refined. A natural delicacy would interfere and mar his noblest efforts. Hence failures deplored by Mrs. Pendyce to Lady Maiden the night they danced at Worsted Skeynes. He left his bus near to the flat where Mrs. Bellow lived; with reverence he made the tour of the building and back again.

The Reverend Husell Barter, about to enter the conservatory for a breath of air, was arrested by the sight of a couple half-hidden by a bushy plant; side by side they were looking at the moonlight, and he knew them for Mrs. Bellew and George Pendyce. Before he could either enter or retire, he saw George seize her in his arms. She seemed to bend her head back, then bring her face to his.

It's not fair to the girls. Really, it's quite distressing to me at times." Again Mrs. Pendyce looked out into the room with her patient smile, and two little lines of wrinkles formed across her forehead between the regular arching of her eyebrows that were still dark-brown. "They don't seem able to be gay. I feel they don't really care about it.

"It's all right, old boy all right!" she said. "There's nothing there!" Mrs. Pendyce, who, in accordance with her husband's wish, still occupied the same room as Mr. Pendyce, chose the ten minutes before he got up to break to him Gregory's decision. The moment was auspicious, for he was only half awake.

"And if we lose?" Mrs. Bellew raised her eyes, and involuntarily George moved so that his mother could not see the sort of slow mesmerism that was in them. "If we lose," she said, "I shall sink into the earth. We must win, George." He gave an uneasy little laugh, and glanced quickly at his mother. Mrs. Pendyce had begun to draw her needle in and out with a half-startled look on her face.

"Well," said Gregory softly, "I must go and see this man." "Is it really necessary, Grig, to see him at all? I mean if you've made up your mind " Gregory ran his hand through his hair. "It's only fair, I think!" And crossing the hall, he let himself out so quietly that no one but Mrs. Pendyce noticed he had gone.

The Rector emptied his glass. "I've sent for George and my solicitor," pursued the Squire; "they'll be here directly." Mr. Barter pushed his chair back, and raising his right ankle on to his left leg, clasped his hands round his right knee; then, leaning forward, he stared up under his jutting brows at Mr. Pendyce. It was the attitude in which he thought best. Mr.

"I knew it would worry you; but really" she fixed her eyes on the ceiling "I suppose we ought only to think of her." The Squire sat up. "What was that," he said, "about Bellew?" Mrs. Pendyce went on in a languid voice and without moving her eyes: "Don't be angrier than you can help, dear; it is so wearing. If Grig says she ought to divorce Captain Bellew, then I'm sure she ought."

There Foxleigh, too, some day must go, asking of Nature why she had murdered him. It was the hour between tea and dinner, when the spirit of the country house was resting, conscious of its virtue, half asleep. Having bathed and changed, George Pendyce took his betting-book into the smoking-room.

And without waiting for permission he opened the door. Mrs. Pendyce and the spaniel John came in. The Squire looked up and frowned. The spaniel John, panting with delight, rubbed against him. 'I have been through torment, master, he seemed to say. 'A second separation at present is not possible for me! Mrs. Pendyce stood waiting silently, and Mr. Paramor addressed himself to her.

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