I never know what Allen may
have been ordering."
"Surely the Evelyns would be glad to have you."
"No, Jock, that can't be. Promise me that you will do nothing to
lead to an invitation. You are to meet some of them, are you not?"
"Yes, on Thursday week, at Roland Hampton's wedding. Cecil and I and
a whole lot of us go down in the morning to it, and Sydney is to be a
bridesmaid. What are you going to do now, mother?"
"I don't quite know. I feel regularly foolish. I shall have a
headache if I don't keep quiet, but I can't persuade myself to stay
in the house lest that man should come back."
"What! not with me for garrison?"
"O nonsense, my dear. You must go and catch up the sportsmen."
"Not when I can get my Mother Carey all to myself. You go and lie
down in the dressing-room, and I'll come as soon as I have taken off
my boots and ordered some coffee for you."
He returned with the step of one treading on eggs, expecting to find
her half asleep; but her eyes were glittering, and there were red
spots on her cheeks, for her nerves were excited, and when he came in
she began to talk. She told him, not of present troubles, but of the
letters between his father and grandmother, which, in her busy,
restless life, she had never before looked at, but which had come
before her in her preparations for vacating Belforest.
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