hearts; item, remember that father and daughter must be patient with each other." As she drained her glass Théo came in and laughed as he saw what they were doing. "A reconciliation already?" he cried. "Papa, what have you been up to?" "We have both been correcting and being corrected. Bon, c'est fini!" CHAPTER NINE "My dear Gerald, anyone would think I wanted her to do it!" Lady Kingsmead's voice was very fretful, for Carron had done nothing but talk to her about Brigit for the last fortnight, and though she knew that his old love for herself was dead and buried, yet she enjoyed having an occasional flower of speech laid on its grave. "I really believe you are in love with her," she went on after a pause, as he did not answer. "Bosh!" "But it certainly looks like it. You do nothing but talk about her." Carron roused himself with an effort from the treadmill line of thought that had tortured him ever since Brigit's engagement. "My dear Tony, you are absurd. You know perfectly well that I have never loved any woman but you. You have led me a dog's life for years; you prevented my getting on in my career, because it amused you to have me dangling about——" Lady K. Oh, Gerald, will you ever forget that horrible winter when you went to India? Lady K. Carron (aloud). No, Tony! (In petto) She can't love the boy. That much is quite impossible! Carron Lady K. The awful cables you used to send me? Heavens, how I cried every night, Gerry! And how horrid Kingsmead was that year! So jealous. Lady K. Carron (aloud). You were always such an abominable flirt! (In petto) If I only knew why she hates me so! God! it's worse than hatred; it's loathing. Carron
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