Ariadne said she wasn't crying, and at the same time asked Christina to
be good enough, as she was up, to get her a clean pocket-handkerchief
out of the drawer, one of those tied up with blue ribbon, not pink, for
they are larger and plainer. Christina got it and then came and sat on
my foot, which she could scarcely help doing, as I was only just but
tumbling out of the bed altogether. She was exceedingly nice and
sympathetic and agreed that Lady Scilly ought to put Simon back, for he
was too little a fish for her to hook, being only twenty-four and she
thirty-eight. She assured Ariadne, much as Mother used to assure me,
that there were no ghosts--then if there aren't, what are the white
things one sees hanging about the doors of rooms?--that Simon didn't
really care for an old thing like that, and that if he did, her
attraction must naturally wear out in the course of ages, and that
Simon wouldn't be so very old by the time that happened, and would know
a nice girl when he saw one, with his unjaundiced eyes.
She also thought Ariadne should not put upon me so, and should give me a
bigger piece of bed.
I was thinking all the time she was talking of George, and how Mother
too as well as Ariadne was unhappy because of this evil fairy. I wished
the Scilly motor-car might upset and spoil Lady Scilly a little sooner,
and that Simon mightn't be in it when that happened.
When Christina had tucked me in, and kissed us, and gone away, I made
Ariadne make me a solemn promise that come what would, if she were ever
married to Simon Hermyre, or indeed to any one else, that she would let
all the others alone and not poach; for even if a young man seems
unattached, you may be pretty sure there's a girl worrying about him
somewhere in the background. One woman, one man! That's my motto, and
indeed a woman now-a-days is lucky if she gets a whole man to herself as
Christina has Peter, and well she knows when she is well off, and only
laughs when her Peter says, as he did at breakfast, when she offered him
Quaker Oats, "Woman, haven't you learnt that my constitution clashes
with cereals?"
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