Do you happen to be aware of any bait I could hold out to them?"
"No, I do not," he said. "That sort of pride is foolish, if you like;
but there it is--part of an inheritance of the spirit which in the past
has made England great. They are wonderful old ladies. I dined with them
once long ago."
"I must really go over and see them one day. Perhaps I could persuade
them to my view."
The flicker of a smile came into the eyes of John Derringham, and she
noticed it at once. It angered her, and deepened the pretty pink in her
fresh cheeks.
"You think they would not be pleased to see me?" she flashed.
"They are ridiculously old-fashioned," he said. "Not your type at all."
"But I love curiosities," she returned, smiling now. "I am not
absolutely set upon any type. All human beings are a delightful study.
If you know them, you must bring them to see me then some day."
But at this John Derringham laughed outright.
"If you could picture them, you would laugh, too," he said. "There is
someone, though, whom I do want you to know, who lives close here--my
old Oxford professor of Greek, Arnold Carlyon.
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