The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. ‘Alors, what advantages?’ ‘But think,’ he said earnestly, moving a little closer. It was better even than the hymn-singing. Nervously he pulled alongside the dilapidated oncewhite farmhouse. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. I made it a point to bring beachcombers to the house to fill her with horror of mankind. A quarter of an hour passed. It’s not fair to you. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. I want to talk to you, and I must return tomorrow. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked.
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