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Hubert rose slowly to his feet. "Really, Helena," he said, "you don't
mean you've broken my whole morning's work just to tell me you've lost
some silly trinket? You might have waited until lunch-time. Now, my
whole chapter--well, it simply means I've got to start it all again."
He took up a sheet of paper, tore it dramatically through, and let the
two halves fall upon the carpet. Helena, full of an astounded guilt,
looked down to see how much of his work her thoughtlessness had wasted.
But all the writing must have been upon the under side....
"Oh, Hugh dear," she said, longing to touch him yet not daring quite;
he looked so cross and tall. "I _am_ sorry. It was stupid of me. But
I thought you'd be sorry and could--could do something."
She ended lamely and he was not touched by her faith in him.
"Of course," he said bitterly, "I shall at once scour the heath, like a
police dog, on my hands and knees. I shall watch the termini. I shall
telephone----"
"Oh, I _am_ sorry," she broke in, "awfully. I never thought all that
of course. I simply felt it was so terrible and you might help,
because you always know about things, somehow."
That touched him at last. He melted suddenly.
"Well," he said quite cheerily, "it's done now, so bother the old work.
We'll see if we can't find the thing and save a reward. That's another
way of making money, eh?"
So after cross-examination as to routes and so on, out they went, and
he it was who found the watch, exactly where--she now remembered--she
had felt hot and pulled hard at the stiff clip of her chinchilla stole.
"Tally-ho!" he shouted gaily, holding it aloft and waving it; then as
she ran delightedly across from her own line of search, "so I've not
wasted my day's work in vain!"
She felt that more apologies must take the place of thanks. She also
wished that she had never spoilt his work but paid five pounds reward
instead. And she resolved that nothing short of thieves or fire would
take her into his room before lunch again.
Bad news, hereafter, she obediently kept till dinner. His day's work
was over, and he had recovered by next morning's bout.
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