..."
Aunt Hester interrupted her: "Mind, Julia, you do it...." she
gasped--"on your own responsibility!"
Mrs. Small went on as though she had not heard: "I think you ought to
know, dear, that Mrs. MacAnder saw Irene walking in Richmond Park with
Mr. Bosinney."
Aunt Hester, who had also risen, sank back in her chair, and turned
her face away. Really Juley was too--she should not do such things when
she--Aunt Hester, was in the room; and, breathless with anticipation,
she waited for what Soames would answer.
He had flushed the peculiar flush which always centred between his eyes;
lifting his hand, and, as it were, selecting a finger, he bit a nail
delicately; then, drawling it out between set lips, he said: "Mrs.
MacAnder is a cat!"
Without waiting for any reply, he left the room.
When he went into Timothy's he had made up his mind what course to
pursue on getting home. He would go up to Irene and say:
"Well, I've won my case, and there's an end of it! I don't want to be
hard on Bosinney; I'll see if we can't come to some arrangement; he
shan't be pressed. And now let's turn over a new leaf! We'll let the
house, and get out of these fogs. We'll go down to Robin Hill at once.
I--I never meant to be rough with you! Let's shake hands--and--" Perhaps
she would let him kiss her, and forget!
When he came out of Timothy's his intentions were no longer so simple.
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