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The word 'sporting' summed the situation from Waldron's point of view
and he said no more.
Raymond grew milder.
"She's all Estelle thinks her. I have a great admiration for her. She's
amazingly clever and refined. In fact, I never saw any girl a patch on
her in my life."
"Well then, what follows? Surely she ought to be respected in every
way."
"I do respect her."
"Then it's up to you to treat her as you'd treat anybody of your own
class, and take care that nothing you do throws any shadow on her. And,
of course, you know it. I'm not suggesting for a second you don't. I'm
only suggesting that what would be quite all right with a girl in your
own set, isn't exactly fair to Sabina--her position in the world being
what it is."
It was on Raymond's tongue to declare his engagement; but he did not. He
had banished Sabina for that night and the subject irked him. The
justice of Waldron's criticism also irked him; but he acknowledged it.
"Thank you," he answered. "It's jolly good of you to say these things,
Arthur, because they're not in your line, and I know you hate them. But
you're dead right. I dare say I'll tell you something that will astonish
you before long. But I'm not doing anything to be ashamed of. I haven't
made any mistake; and if I had, I shouldn't shirk the payment."
"You can't, my dear chap. A mistake has always got to be paid for in
full--often with interest added. As a sportsman you know that, and it
holds all through life in my experience."
"I shan't make one. But if I do, I'm quite prepared to pay the cost."
"We all say that till the bill comes along. Better avoid the mistake,
and I'm glad you're going to."
Far away from the scrub on North Hill came a sharp, weird sound.
"Hark!" said Waldron. "That's a dog fox! I hope the beggar's caught a
rabbit."
CHAPTER XV
A VISIT TO MISS IRONSYDE
On the following day Raymond did not appear at breakfast, and Estelle
wondered at so strange an event.
"He's going for a long walk with me this afternoon," she told her
father. "It's a promise; we're going all the way to Chilcombe, for me to
show him that dear little chapel and the wonderful curiosity in it."
"Not much in his line, but if he said he'll go, he'll go, no doubt,"
answered her father.
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