"
"Is there anything else I ought to know about him?" her employer asked,
and Arabella thought for a moment.
"There is the story of Hercules not showing the golden bow. Er--it is a
little complicated and has to do with the superstitions of the
ancients--er--something Egyptian, I think, for the moment--I will look
it up to-morrow. I can't say offhand."
"Thanks, Arabella. Good night."
And it was not until after the party of four had started next morning
that Miss Clinker suddenly thought, with a start: "She may have been
alluding to quite the other Cheiron--the Centaur--and in that case I
have given her some wrong lights!"
CHAPTER XIV
Cora was being more than exasperating, Mrs. Cricklander thought, as they
went through the park. Not content with Lord Freynault, who was plainly
devoted to her, she kept every now and then looking back at John
Derringham with some lively sally, and although he was being
particularly agreeable to herself, he responded to Miss Lutworth's
piquant attacks with a too ready zeal.
Mrs. Cricklander grew more and more certain that her hold over him had
lessened in these last two days, and every force in her indomitable
personality stiffened with determination to win him at all costs.
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