Boys -- Fiction; Country homes -- England -- Fiction; Household employees -- Fiction
Then she had an inspiration. “Dot!” she cried, “I will get up at dawn
also and come with you.... Yes, but as you say he cannot be more than
thirteen miles away we’d catch him warm in his little bed somewhere. And
the freshness! The dewy freshness!”
And she laughed her beautiful laugh and said it would be “Such _Fun_!”
entering as she supposed into his secret desires and making the most
perfect of reconciliations. They were to have tea first, which she would
prepare with the caravan lamp and kettle. Mrs. Geedge would hand it over
to her.
She broke into song. “A Hunting we will go-ooh,” she sang. “A Hunting we
will go....”
But she could not conquer the churlish underside of the Captain’s nature
even by such efforts. She threw a glamour of vigour and fun over the
adventure, but some cold streak in his composition was insisting all the
time that as a boy hunt the attempt failed. Various little delays in her
preparations prevented a start before half-past seven, he let that weigh
with him, and when sometimes she clapped her hands and ran—and she ran
like a deer, and sometimes she sang, he said something about going at an
even pace.
At a quarter past one Mrs. Geedge observed them returning. They were
walking abreast and about six feet apart, they bore themselves grimly,
after the manner of those who have delivered ultimata, and they
conversed no more....
In the afternoon Madeleine kept her own room, exhausted, and Captain
Douglas sought opportunities of speaking to her in vain. His face
expressed distress and perplexity, with momentary lapses into wrathful
resolution, and he evaded Judy and her leading questions and talked
about the weather with Geedge. He declined a proposal of the Professor’s
to go round the links, with especial reference to his neglected putting.
“You ought to, you know,” said the Professor.
About half-past three, and without any publication of his intention,
Captain Douglas departed upon his motor bicycle....
Madeleine did not reappear until dinner-time, and then she was clad in
lace and gaiety that impressed the naturally very good observation of
Mrs. Geedge as unreal.
§ 12
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