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Jolly fine figure, too. He reminds me, more than anything, of the plaster villains in the Chamber of Horrors at Madame Tussaud's. Surely, in this dear, old-world place we can have a little rest; we can drop the tenseness of the last few months and become just simple, natural human beings again. Only a few weeks afterwards, he sent us here. I am quite certain that nothing ever happened at Greymarshes. If we get into any trouble here, it will simply be because the spring is so disturbing. She looked at me lazily, almost affectionately.
Then she looked at Leonard. His hat was tilted over his eyes and his hands were clasped around his knees. There was very little of his good-natured, pudgy face to be seen. I'm very attractive. Here's spring coming on. I'm twenty-two years old, and I haven't got a young man. You will drive me to answer some of the desperate notes which are showered upon me by lovesick youths from Good looking conundrum front row. I had another last night from Arthur.
I believe that he really loves me. Maurice Lister," she declared, "as playing the watchdog just a little too zealously—especially in the springtime. See who's coming.
I think I shall turn round and smile. We both looked along the sands in the direction which she had indicated by her parasol. A tall, weedy young man, dressed with the utmost care in a grey flannel suit, brown shoes and linen spats, a Panama hat and a quaintly impossible tie, came slowly towards us, swinging a stick in his hand. As he drew near, he diffused Good looking conundrum odours.
His pimply face was suffused with a deep flow of colour. We realised at once what was going to happen. The young man whom we knew by repute only as Mr. Arthur Dompers, established at the Grange with a tutor and a small company of satellites, had evidently made up his mind to speak to us. Now I cannot say that any of us took to this young man, and, considering our Bohemian manner of life, we none of us had a fancy for chance acquaintances.
The gentle rebuke which we had meditated, however, died away, first on Rose's lips and then on mine. It became apparent to us that the boy was horribly nervous. Jolly place you've got here. The boy squatted promptly at her feet.
He wore pink socks and he reeked of scent, yet there was something a little pathetic in his obvious desire to be friendly.
I failed for Sandhurst twice. Now they're trying to get me in at Cambridge so that I can a cadet corps. Another uncle—my father's brother—left me all my money. Sometimes," the young man added, with a queer flash of seriousness which made one forget his socks and his tie and his pimples, "I wish he hadn't. Duncombe and his friends are so much better than I am, and they always laugh at me. I think I shall have to marry her. Duncombe would like me to," was the reed reply.
She sings and dances beautifully. The boy seemed on the point of making another parrot-like reply. Then he chanced to meet the kindly expression in Rose's face as she leaned towards him. He hesitated. Duncombe likes me to tell every one that I am twenty. They all look as though they wanted something.
They remind me sometimes of a pack of hounds. And they pretend not to, but they are always watching me. We had been so engrossed in the self-disclosures of this half-witted young man that we had not noticed the approach of another promenader along the sands. It was a very different person who now accosted us, hat in hand and a courteous smile upon his lips.
There was not a single criticism in which the most fastidious might indulge against Hilary Duncombe's address, his manners or his clothes. The young man scrambled at once Good looking conundrum his feet and stood, awkward and speechless, a little apart. His tutor, the very prototype of kindly and aristocratic ease, addressed a few kindly remarks to us. He is a good boy, but he finds conversation with strangers as a rule difficult.
My guests are agitating for a permanent change in our dinner hour, that we may be more frequent attendants. We may, perhaps, persuade you to pay us a little visit at the Grange after the performance one evening. Arthur," he went on, "we must get back now. Ella is waiting for a set of tennis. We were a little depressed as we returned to the hotel—a long, grey-stone building, once a farmhouse and still entirely unpretentious.
Our worst prognostications were promptly verified. The maidservant who waited upon us in the coffee room brought me a note with a typewritten address. Accept any hospitality proffered from the Grange. Encourage the young man, Arthur Dompers, to talk, watch Duncombe, and report on the situation. Sordid as it can be. Not a thrill in it for us. I wonder if he is really very rich.
Perhaps I'll marry him myself. I suppose I could keep him on a chain. The taste of true adventures was still upon my palate, and the obviousness of this one repelled. Our ideas as to the menacing nature of Arthur Dompers' surroundings were to some extent modified by our first visit to the Grange, which took place that night after the performance. Ella Duncombe was a rather slangy, somewhat unpleasant-looking young woman of apparently twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age. She had a bad temper, which she scarcely troubled to conceal, and conducted herself generally Good looking conundrum her brother's charge with more contempt than toleration.
She scarcely fulfilled one's idea of an adventuress. Major Lethwaite, a guest in the house whom we had fixed upon as the person accustomed to play Arthur Dompers for a hundred pounds at billiards whenever finances ran low, was to all appearance a perfectly harmless person who played sixpenny points at bridge and thought sixpenny pool excessive. Laura Richardson, a friend of Ella's, was just an ordinary, fairly well-bred, good-looking but rather boisterous young person.
Scatterwell, whose place apparently was that of chaperon, was a handsome and rather silent woman, whose sole Good looking conundrum seemed to be centred in Duncombe himself. Our host himself appeared to have no reserves except on the subject of his young charge. I tried every job that was offered me and did very little good at any of them. Last of all I took this bear-leading on, and, between you and me, I sometimes wish to God I hadn't!
There is no sport for which he shows the least aptitude. I've tried them all with the same result. The only thing he can do is swim, and even then it's hard work to get him into the sea unless the sun shines. He hasn't the slightest taste; I am bound by the trustees' deed to allow him pocket money at the rate of a hundred pounds a month, and half of it he spends in buying most outrageous clothes. You know who he is, I suppose? He is the Welsh miner's orphan, who inherited two and a quarter million from Jacob Dompers of New York.
A nice little windfall for a cub like this, isn't it? I answered an advertisement. I think they realise," he went on, "that I have done my best. I have tried to fit him for one or two professions, in vain. Duncombe's long fingers played for a moment with his small black moustache. There was a quick light in his eyes as he glanced towards Leonard. We made our way out into Good looking conundrum hall, which was the main living room of the Grange. Arthur was playing billiards with Lethwaite, playing sullenly and without interest, and turning around after every stroke to listen to the conversation between Rose and the other two girls, who were seated upon a lounge, watching.
Lethwaite, just as we appeared, went out with a stroke which was an obvious fluke. Arthur flung half a crown across the table and put up his cue ill-humoredly. He strode over with his hands in his pockets to where Rose was seated.Good looking conundrum
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