And once or twice Cora Lutworth's mischievous eyes met those of
John Derringham, and they both laughed.
CHAPTER XVI
John Derringham made a point of slipping away on the Easter Tuesday
afternoon; he determined to drink tea with the Misses La Sarthe. He went
to his room with important letters to write, and then sneaked down again
like a truant schoolboy, and when he got safely out of sight, struck
obliquely across the park to the one vulnerable spot in the haw-haw, and
after fumbling a good deal, from his side, managed to get the spikes out
and to climb down, and repeat the operation upon the other side. There
was no water here, it was on rather higher ground, and he was soon
striding up the beech avenue towards the house.
"It would be an extremely awkward place to get over in the dark," he
thought, and then he was conscious that Halcyone was far in the distance
in front of him, almost entering the house.
So she would be in, then--that was good.
He had never permitted his mind to dwell upon her for an instant, after
the Sunday walk. He made himself tell himself that she was a charming
child whom he felt great pity for, on account of her lonely life.
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