Wiggie joined him on the slope, with Edgar and his Southern wife, and
they went down together to Watters, to find Dandy and the examiner
putting the last touches to the waiting meal, while Helwise rooked the
instructress for a bazaar. Harriet and Stubbs followed with the rolling
ruffians, and then Bluecaster. Bluecaster had taken the Little Great
Quetta to see the horse stabled, because you may sometimes look on at
interesting things, even if you _are_ precious. And lastly, Mr. and
Mrs. Shaw with their other butter-supporting guests, who were still
as pleased about everything as ever. They did not stay long, though,
having some distance to drive; and then the Quetta-lings were able to
let themselves go with Italian shrieks and wild, operatic gestures.
Only the Little Great Quetta sat silent and could not eat for quivering
excitement, because a real, live, large horse had munched out of his
thin, little hand; until Bluecaster, with a furtive air of removing his
neighbour’s landmark, took him on his knee and fed him himself.
Lanty looked round the big, joyous, crowded room, and in spite of the
buzz of talk and the soaring, staccato shrieks, felt again the peace
that had met him, months ago, on his first entrance. He was happy, too.
It came to him with a shock, since he had been so sure that he could
never be happy again. Hamer made him happy, moving about gloriously
contented with the swarm under his roof; and Mrs. Shaw, presiding with
conjuring cleverness over her teapot. Dandy had given hers to Helwise,
who loved the effect of her white fingers on the silver handle, and
took care to do nothing more active than incline the spout gently
towards each cup. Dandy did not make him feel happy, though. She made
him feel breathless, and as if he would like to climb on the table and
shriek with the Quetta-lings. It was safer not to look at her.
Wiggie, however, murmuring at his side, busily bridging a big gap with
his summer experiences, filled him, as usual, with little chuckles of
content. Lanty noticed that he never forgot to turn his face so that
his brother might read his words. Presently he went a step further back
still.
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