"No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly. He sat before a desk littered all over with papers
and official looking documents. For
the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and
walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less
crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. He started a
dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. I've tried the plan, and found it answer. She had no intention whatsoever of spending her life in a
convent, but that was not his affair. Never mind. “Of course he may merely have been telling her who we were, but I
think it improbable. He had
not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat
dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. ” She nodded in the affirmative. ‘Comment? What do you
wish?’
‘What the devil do you think you’re up to now, I’d like to know?’
Her eyes flashed. I might add that
in any case I should not touch Sir John’s. ”
They stared at each other through a pause, and both faces were flushed and
obstinate.
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