It was only yesterday I told her who he was, and I had the
greatest difficulty to get her to understand he was Bacchus as well,
as she had learned of him when younger under that name as the God of
Drunkards, and did not consider him a very nice person to mention.
But Mr. Derringham held forth upon the rude Thracian Dionysus last
night and the fundamental spirituality of his original cult, and so
she felt it might seem rather _bourgeois_ to be shocked, and has
committed to memory as well as she can some facts to-day.
It will be seen from Miss Clinker's frank letter to her parent that Mrs.
Cricklander was leaving no stone unturned to gain her object, and such
praiseworthy toil deserves the highest commendation.
John Derringham, meanwhile, having successfully smoothed matters to his
own satisfaction, felt at liberty to dream in his spare moments of his
love. He already began to wonder how he had ever felt any emotion
towards the fair Cecilia--she was perfectly charming, but left him as
cold as ice!
And so at last the good-bys were said, and he got into the motor with
some of the other guests, ostensibly for the station, but in reality to
get out at the Lodge gates upon the pretense of going to see the
Professor.
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