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.But here she was, looking delightful in pale green, and having just shed her partner, also apparently on the champagne trail.'Really, my darling,' she said softly.'You must not just stand about in doorways.It is terribly gauche.Where is Thomas?''Fetching me something to drink, I believe.''Ah.Well, then, shall we sit down?' Her eagle eye had spotted an empty sofa, and towards this she guided Meg, smiling at everyone they passed, flicking her fan to and fro.'What a boring lot,' Meg commented.'Oh, do keep your voice down,' Oriole begged, seating herself and arranging her skirts.'No doubt there is no one here who has seen as much of life as you.' She shot a sideways glance; she had never entirely forgiven Meg for that night in the mountains.'But you should be sorry for them, rather than critical.And you will not find better society.No indeed.Why, when you are married to Tommy, these will be all your friends.''When I am.I have no intention of marrying such a stuffed shirt.''Oh, Meg, you aren't going to be difficult, I hope.You will never find a better match, no matter how hard I try.I really do recommend him.I insist upon it.' She arranged her face into a smile.'Why, Mr Claymond, how handsome you look tonight.''Do I? Oh, I say, Mrs Paterson.' Tommy Claymond blushed scarlet and obviously was desperate to smooth his moustache, an impossible task as he was carrying a glass of champagne in either hand.'I say, you have no glass.''Here is mine now,' Oriole said, smiling at her late dancing partner.'Where are you taking my little cousin?''Ah.ah.' Claymond flushed some more, and looked at Meg.‘I thought perhaps a brief stroll.On the terrace.Deuced warm in here, what?''What a splendid idea,' Oriole said.'And Arthur can sit down and tell me all about his coal mines.I do adore coal mines.It is my greatest ambition to descend one.Margaret?'Meg stifled a sigh, and stood up.And drank some champagne, and felt better.'What a delightful person is your cousin,' Tommy remarked, as they crossed the floor, followed by every gaze, as Meg could tell without even turning her head.'So.so.well.''Delightful ?' Meg suggested.'Oh, quite.Just the word I was thinking of.' He opened the glass doors leading to the terrace.'It'll be cool out here.''It's raining,' Meg pointed out.'Is it? My word, so it is.Ghastly climate, what? Not the least like your Jamaica, I'll wager.' He remained standing just outside the door.'You don't really expect me to walk with you in the rain ?' Meg inquired.'Oh, no, no, Miss Hilton.But the ah.fact is, I wonder if you would brave the rain to the next doorway ?' 'Whatever for?'Tommy finished his champagne and pulled his moustache.'Well, ah.you see, we.I, I should say, would look such a fool, leading you back across the floor, having led you across the floor in this direction, if you follow me.The fact is.ah.my mother and sister consider me a fool in any event.' He paused.Tow don't suppose I'm a fool, Miss Hilton?''Of course I don't, Mr Claymond.And I should be happy to walk with you to the next doorway.' She stepped outside, and the drizzle began to settle on her hair and shoulders.'Oh, you are a sport.I knew it the first time I saw you, that you would be a sport, Miss Hilton.So few girls are.' He closed the doors behind them.'That will give them something to talk about.''I think we should run to the next doorway,' Meg suggested, setting off at a trot, gathering her skirts in one hand and preserving her half-empty glass, precariously, with the other.'Oh I say, what fun,' Tommy gasped, running beside her.'You are a sport, Miss Hilton, I say, do you mind if I call you Margaret?'Meg reached the shelter of the little porch over one of the side doors into the house.'I'd prefer it if you'd call me Meg.''Oh, I say, could I ? That would be smashing.' He reached past her, allowing his arm to brush her shoulder.'Bother.This is locked.'Meg sighed.She was feeling distinctly cold, and she suspected her damp hair was about to come down.'Isn't there a bell?''Well, there is, don't you know.But I'd rather not pull it.It would make me.' 'Look such a fool,' she agreed.'But if you don't pull it,Mr Claymond, we are both going to catch our death of cold.'‘I say, look here, I do wish you'd call me Tommy.I mean, what, if I'm to call you Meg, don't you think.''I shall be pleased to call you Tommy, Tommy, if you will only pull that bell.''Ah.Yes, I suppose I will.hello, it's opening.'One of the butlers peered out.'Mr Claymond? Miss Hilton? It is raining.''We have discovered that,' Meg said, pushing past him into the warmth of the hallway.'Oh, indeed,' Tommy agreed.'Glad you came along, what ? Or I would have had to pull the jolly old bell, what ? Cause a disturbance, what?''Indeed, sir,' the butler agreed gravely.'Is there anything I can get you, sir? And the young lady?''Yes,' Meg said.She was suddenly aware of a growing sense of desperation.The past five minutes had been the first time she had ever been utterly alone with Tommy; and it had only been five minutes.'Another glass of champagne.''I say, what a splendid idea,' Tommy said.'I'll have one too.No, no.I say, my good fellow, make it a bottle, eh? On a tray [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.But here she was, looking delightful in pale green, and having just shed her partner, also apparently on the champagne trail.'Really, my darling,' she said softly.'You must not just stand about in doorways.It is terribly gauche.Where is Thomas?''Fetching me something to drink, I believe.''Ah.Well, then, shall we sit down?' Her eagle eye had spotted an empty sofa, and towards this she guided Meg, smiling at everyone they passed, flicking her fan to and fro.'What a boring lot,' Meg commented.'Oh, do keep your voice down,' Oriole begged, seating herself and arranging her skirts.'No doubt there is no one here who has seen as much of life as you.' She shot a sideways glance; she had never entirely forgiven Meg for that night in the mountains.'But you should be sorry for them, rather than critical.And you will not find better society.No indeed.Why, when you are married to Tommy, these will be all your friends.''When I am.I have no intention of marrying such a stuffed shirt.''Oh, Meg, you aren't going to be difficult, I hope.You will never find a better match, no matter how hard I try.I really do recommend him.I insist upon it.' She arranged her face into a smile.'Why, Mr Claymond, how handsome you look tonight.''Do I? Oh, I say, Mrs Paterson.' Tommy Claymond blushed scarlet and obviously was desperate to smooth his moustache, an impossible task as he was carrying a glass of champagne in either hand.'I say, you have no glass.''Here is mine now,' Oriole said, smiling at her late dancing partner.'Where are you taking my little cousin?''Ah.ah.' Claymond flushed some more, and looked at Meg.‘I thought perhaps a brief stroll.On the terrace.Deuced warm in here, what?''What a splendid idea,' Oriole said.'And Arthur can sit down and tell me all about his coal mines.I do adore coal mines.It is my greatest ambition to descend one.Margaret?'Meg stifled a sigh, and stood up.And drank some champagne, and felt better.'What a delightful person is your cousin,' Tommy remarked, as they crossed the floor, followed by every gaze, as Meg could tell without even turning her head.'So.so.well.''Delightful ?' Meg suggested.'Oh, quite.Just the word I was thinking of.' He opened the glass doors leading to the terrace.'It'll be cool out here.''It's raining,' Meg pointed out.'Is it? My word, so it is.Ghastly climate, what? Not the least like your Jamaica, I'll wager.' He remained standing just outside the door.'You don't really expect me to walk with you in the rain ?' Meg inquired.'Oh, no, no, Miss Hilton.But the ah.fact is, I wonder if you would brave the rain to the next doorway ?' 'Whatever for?'Tommy finished his champagne and pulled his moustache.'Well, ah.you see, we.I, I should say, would look such a fool, leading you back across the floor, having led you across the floor in this direction, if you follow me.The fact is.ah.my mother and sister consider me a fool in any event.' He paused.Tow don't suppose I'm a fool, Miss Hilton?''Of course I don't, Mr Claymond.And I should be happy to walk with you to the next doorway.' She stepped outside, and the drizzle began to settle on her hair and shoulders.'Oh, you are a sport.I knew it the first time I saw you, that you would be a sport, Miss Hilton.So few girls are.' He closed the doors behind them.'That will give them something to talk about.''I think we should run to the next doorway,' Meg suggested, setting off at a trot, gathering her skirts in one hand and preserving her half-empty glass, precariously, with the other.'Oh I say, what fun,' Tommy gasped, running beside her.'You are a sport, Miss Hilton, I say, do you mind if I call you Margaret?'Meg reached the shelter of the little porch over one of the side doors into the house.'I'd prefer it if you'd call me Meg.''Oh, I say, could I ? That would be smashing.' He reached past her, allowing his arm to brush her shoulder.'Bother.This is locked.'Meg sighed.She was feeling distinctly cold, and she suspected her damp hair was about to come down.'Isn't there a bell?''Well, there is, don't you know.But I'd rather not pull it.It would make me.' 'Look such a fool,' she agreed.'But if you don't pull it,Mr Claymond, we are both going to catch our death of cold.'‘I say, look here, I do wish you'd call me Tommy.I mean, what, if I'm to call you Meg, don't you think.''I shall be pleased to call you Tommy, Tommy, if you will only pull that bell.''Ah.Yes, I suppose I will.hello, it's opening.'One of the butlers peered out.'Mr Claymond? Miss Hilton? It is raining.''We have discovered that,' Meg said, pushing past him into the warmth of the hallway.'Oh, indeed,' Tommy agreed.'Glad you came along, what ? Or I would have had to pull the jolly old bell, what ? Cause a disturbance, what?''Indeed, sir,' the butler agreed gravely.'Is there anything I can get you, sir? And the young lady?''Yes,' Meg said.She was suddenly aware of a growing sense of desperation.The past five minutes had been the first time she had ever been utterly alone with Tommy; and it had only been five minutes.'Another glass of champagne.''I say, what a splendid idea,' Tommy said.'I'll have one too.No, no.I say, my good fellow, make it a bottle, eh? On a tray [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]