![]() Sounds carried very far, and a thousand faint rustlings caught Maurice Domayne's ear as he walked. The hedges were high the roads were white under a large moon, except where they were deeply shadowed by overarching trees, and little bats were whisking about in the gloom blundering about his head in their flight. He was still thinking of Millicent as he took a stroll through the lanes about Pigglesdown after his supper that evening. Or insensitive to young women as charming as Millicent Pearson. Because although Maurice Domayne was quite the most learned man of his age regarding the Roman occupation of Britain, he had not gone so far into personal antiquity as to be blind I must thinkĬrown, the Gargoyle was staring at the tiny rose-pattern of his wall- paper, and at the pictures of race- horses and dogs which hung irregu- larly about the room and he was thinking, "What a very nice, pretty, attractive girl! And what a young prig of a sweetheart she's got!" And at the same time he thought with pleasure of the fact that he would be seeing Millicent again within 24 hours. "Her father not two hours gone from home. She looked first at Everard, and then, scathingly, as if at an imagin- ary Millicent. Manners became more eagle-like than ever. And to an accompaniment of exclamations of incredulity and amazement, Mrs. "What is it, my dear?" demanded his mother. ![]() Vicarage, where sat his mother, eagle eyed, rather eagle-nosed, a large rather short, magisterial woman who wore a large square-patterned dress of grey flannel and held her head very Annie was an- other woman, who "noticed" suchĮrard, his heart swelling at thought of the fickleness of woman-of modern woman-had reached the vicarage. Millicent turned away to hide her bright eyes. ![]() It was Annie, come to collect the tea-things. Domayne who's amused at everything-even if it's nothing at all. He's been silly and insulting." But her conscious thought continued: "He's just different from Mr. He's perfect." And all the time a little voice was saying within her. It's because- Oh, how disloyal I am! He's perfect. It's disgraceful!" At last she thought: "He'll be coming in to apologise in a minute, and say he's sorry. "To think that I'd- That man! Good gracious what can Everard see in him? It's disgraceful of Everard. Her finger flew for one instant-so indignant was Millicent-to the half hoop, as if she would cast it from her. ![]() And at last her breath caught in a rather hysterical laugh of excitement. She walked about the sitting-room with her heart beating and her teeth clenched. Ous when she arrived indoors, and for five minutes afterwards. ![]()
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