Yes, sir; I saw her about a fortnight ago, and it
was quite O.
What was the use, indeed, ofgoing anywhere unless
you wanted something? Who could blame herfor filching it back from a filching
Providence?
Well, Mont, if I take to him, Ill come
in.
I liketo help people that will help themselves. He
would have liked an admiral, but they wereall out of reach.
Turning, shepassed through the wicket, walking
quickly, knowing that he waswalking more quickly. Or, That pain hes got will be
wind, I expect. Andshe would sit with them on her lap and feel gradually that she
knewenough to be able to say: Oh! I cant see his wife being happy over here. Theres
a lot of generosity in that blood, you know.
Well, Mont, if I take to him, Ill come in. In any
case the new tint would be puregold; Et ca sera impossible.
Well, said Soames, I dont want you to get less than
perhaps youcould.
DEAR FLEUR,We are so awfully sorry to hear of Kits
illness. Nothing much, dear; she has a new painter, whom shes trying
toboost.
I dont want to part with it, butthese are lean
days. One doubts the good, there, put in Sir Lawrence.
Its more like the East than anything else inLondon.
The silvery little figure had turned at her entrance, extending ahand clad in a
fabric glove. The Marquess is never asleep, Sir Lawrence. She leaned towards Fleur
and her eyes shone.
Norah Curfews letting me her cottage at Loring
forthree weeks.
I dont know Charwell; they sayhes
cracked.
I daresay, said Soames, and no more at the
moment.
Weve come to ask you tolead a forlorn hope. I
think, said his father, we had better say got, not hope toget. The Marquess is never
asleep, Sir Lawrence.
Norah Curfews letting me her cottage at Loring
forthree weeks.
Yes, said Soames; I always look at their backs. And
after lunch she bent over and kissed him between theeyes, without any sense of
betrayal.
As arule, I like all foreigners, except the
Americans and the French. Memories of thatlunch, and of his visit to June, were
still unpleasantly green. For better or worse; but thats direction in itself. I
havent set eyes onthe old boy since that Marjorie Ferrar affair. Hardly that,
murmured Sir Lawrence; merely unusual, like mostmembers of really old
families.
What was the use, indeed, ofgoing anywhere unless
you wanted something? Now, what doyou think would be a fair price? And, to Michael
bending down to kiss her, sheinclined her cheek.
Good-bye, dear Fleur; with all sympathy,Your
affectionate friend,JON.