"A babe of a thousand years," he quoted to himself. "Does that look grow
out of a root of divine innocence, or of quite incalculable wisdom?"
"I told you if you would be patient with me I should begin again. I have
begun again, dear Colonel Sahib."
"So I perceive," he answered her.
"Is it written so large?" she asked curiously.
"Very large," he said, falling in with her humour. "And where does the
beginning lead to?"
"I wish you'd tell me.--Henrietta has begun again too."
"I know it," he said. "Our incomparable Henrietta overtook me on her way
from here to the Vicarage, and bestowed her society on me for the better
part of half an hour. She was in astonishing form."
Carteret came forward and stood on the tiger skin beside Damaris. Mrs.
Frayling's conversation had given him very furiously to think, and his
thoughts had not proved by any means exhilarating.
"Does this recrudescence of our Henrietta, her beginning again, affect
the scope and direction of your own beginning again, dearest witch?" he
presently enquired, in singularly restrained and colourless accents.
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