When William Came eBook

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And her Grace hurried along in an opposite direction, to thank Cicely for past favours and to express lively gratitude for the Tuesday to come.

The guests departed, with a rather irritating slowness, for which perhaps the excellence of Cicely’s buffet arrangements was partly responsible.  The great drawing-room seemed to grow larger and more oppressive as the human wave receded, and the hostess fled at last with some relief to the narrower limits of her writing-room and the sedative influences of a cigarette.  She was inclined to be sorry for herself; the triumph of the afternoon had turned out much as she had predicted at lunch time.  Her idol of onyx had not been swept from its pedestal, but the pedestal itself had an air of being packed up ready for transport to some other temple.  Ronnie would be flattered and spoiled by half a hundred people, just because he could conjure sounds out of a keyboard, and Cicely felt no great incentive to go on flattering and spoiling him herself.  And Ronnie would acquiesce in his dismissal with the good grace born of indifference—­the surest guarantor of perfect manners.  Already he had social engagements for the coming months in which she had no share; the drifting apart would be mutual.  He had been an intelligent and amusing companion, and he had played the game as she had wished it to be played, without the fatigue of keeping up pretences which neither of them could have believed in.  “Let us have a wonderfully good time together” had been the single stipulation in their unwritten treaty of comradeship, and they had had the good time.  Their whole-hearted pursuit of material happiness would go on as keenly as before, but they would hunt in different company, that was all.  Yes, that was all. . . .

Cicely found the effect of her cigarette less sedative than she was disposed to exact.  It might be necessary to change the brand.  Some ten or eleven days later Yeovil read an announcement in the papers that, in spite of handsome offers of increased salary, Mr. Tony Luton, the original singer of the popular ditty “Eccleston Square,” had terminated his engagement with Messrs. Isaac Grosvenor and Leon Hebhardt of the Caravansery Theatre, and signed on as a deck hand in the Canadian Marine.

Perhaps after all there had been some shred of glory amid the trumpet triumph of that July afternoon.


Two of Yeovil’s London clubs, the two that he had been accustomed to frequent, had closed their doors after the catastrophe.  One of them had perished from off the face of the earth, its fittings had been sold and its papers lay stored in some solicitor’s office, a tit-bit of material for the pen of some future historian.  The other had transplanted itself to Delhi, whither it had removed its early Georgian furniture and its traditions, and sought to reproduce its St. James’s Street atmosphere

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