The Girl on the Boat
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ilm scenario, and without consulting him had had the cool cheek to cast him for one of the puppets. He seemed to see Fate as a thin female with a soppy expression and pince-nez, sniffing a little as she worked the thing out. He could picture her glutinous satisfaction as she re-read her scenario and gloated over its sure-fire qualities. There was not a flaw in the construction. It started off splendidly with a romantic meeting, had
gain. Fate, in her interfering way, had forced this meeting on him and was now complacently looking to him to behave in a suitable manner. Well, he would show her! In a few seco
he room became full of
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ns seemed to creak beneath the strain of their duties. After him trotted a small, thin, pale, semi-bald individual who wore glasses and carried h
ntroductions, and then Bream got a good sight of Sam
llo!" sa
Mortimer?" s
ow my son?" excl
he boat togethe
e turned to Billie, who had been staring wide-eyed at her late
you do?"
ou do?" s
ve never met m
ding eyes which gave him the appearan
t Sam unconsciously found himself replying to a qu
well,
a single day. Marlowe," he proceeded, swinging ponderously round on Sir Mallaby like a liner turning in the river, "I assure you that at twenty-five minutes past four this afternoon I was very nearly convinced that
d a forced intimacy with the person seated next to him. Billie Bennett and Sam Marlowe, as a consequence, found themselves, if not exactly in a solitude of their own, at least sufficiently cut off from their kind to make silence between them impossible. Westward, Mr. Mortimer had engaged Sir Mallaby in a discussion on the recent ca
meeting you h
Its expression was one of cheerful friendliness. He could not see his own eye, but he imagine
your
you here. I never dreamed S
e self-satisfaction. He had, he considered, given the conversation the right tone from the start. Cool and distant. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Billie bite her lip. He
u like England
ul friendliness. A somewhat feli
ell," she
on't l
has got to realise that in England one is in a savage country, a
savage country?" demanded Sam,
-on-the-cob, or bathrooms? My father and Mr. Mortimer have just taken a house
ly reason for co
has other
ch
shmen in particular. English young men are a
ch nearly startled the old retainer, who had jus
ish young men
l, now that I come to think of it, not many. I
nl
have been rather unjust. I should not have condemned a class simply because ...
are American girl
ple
e that when
gone Marlowes, all noted for their courtesy to the sex, seemed to stand beside his chair, eyeing him reprovingly. His work, t
long stay in Lon
ntry almost immediately. I told you my fath
ll enjo
timer's son Bream will be
id Sam, b
was a
nd ridiculous, eh?
tionately across the table at the heir of the Mortimers, who, finding Mr. Bennett's medical conf
soft and dreamy voice, "we
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least upset by the news--just surprised. He happened to be raising his glass at the moment, and he registered a certain a
Sir Mallaby, aghast. His wine gl
red as the stai
ather! Don't know
given you a shock," s
aware of the activities of Bream. That young man, on whose dreamy calm the accident had made no impression whatever, had successfully established the equili
rooping jaw sufficiently to enable him to speak. He was beginning to feel that he woul
He_ isn't clumsy! He is wonderful at that sort of thing, simply wonderful! I think it's so splendid," said Billie, "when me
allaby considered, "from the av
g about it!" She beamed round the table, and there was a note of fresh girlish gaiety in her voice. "This man got up to do an imitation of somebody--nobody knows to this day who it was meant to be--and he came into the saloon and directly he saw the audience he got s
in any audience which does not appreciate a funny story, and there was o
llaby, choking, "the poor i
ing noise," said Billie, "but t
!" chuckled
my life!" gurgled Mr. Bennett,
lf-witted," sugge
set face. He meant to change the conver
a house in the country,
We have at last succeeded in persuading your sister,
llaby
to tell me that my sister
r nodded tr
ung Eustace Hignett, on the street, and he said he was just coming round to see me about that very thing. To cut a long story short, he said that it wou
r. Bennett authoritatively,
ovely place, Sir Mal
ses go. Not a castle, I mean, with hundreds of acres of park la
Mortimer. "We shall be quite a small party
"that you have promised to in
Hubbard. She is coming. That will be
" cried M
tt!" excla
hovered, unseen but present, above the dinner table. Mr. Bennett looked sternly at Billie; Billie turned a shade pink
uring our tenancy. Such a clause in the agreement was, I am quite aware, unusual, and, had the circumstances been other than they were, I would have had a good deal to say about i
reluctantly, "I certainly
therwise," said Mr. Mortimer,
I believe he has a nice singing voice. With that and the juggling of our friend here and my sister's late husband's orchestrion, you will have no difficulty in am
nd returned to the
by pressing a button in the wall," continued Sir Mallaby. "How you stop it, I don't kno
t description happens to be the one thing which jars unendurab
d Sir Mallaby. "I remember o
by," said Mr. Mortimer, "during our occupancy of
l be very much occupied for the next few months. Th
to work," sai
ermination. "Work is the only
y. "At your age I used to think
th a spoon. You could see by the scornful way
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s, broke a silence which had lasted a quarter of an hour
, "do you know
said
e. I've known your Aunt Adeline all my life, and I tell you it isn't in that woman to change her infernal pig-headed mind, especially about letting her house. She is a monomaniac on that subject. If you w
id Sam a
what do y
I think a
ce Hignett a
about
itched your brain and left it in the umbrella stand. You hadn't a word to say for yourself all through dinner. You might ha
sor
Mallaby warmly, "that when she told that extremely funny story about the man who made such a fool of himself on board
I'll be going," he
bear jus