"
Lady Cantourne nodded comprehensively.
"I think she is very wise," she said.
There was a little pause.
"I KNOW she is very wise," she added, turning and laying her hand on
Jack's arm. The two phrases had quite a different meaning. "She
will have a good husband."
"So you can tell EVERYBODY now," chimed in Millicent in her silvery
way. She was blushing and looking very pretty with her hair blown
about her ears by her last canter with the youthful officer, who was
at that moment riding pensively home with a bunch of violets in his
coat which had not been there when he started from the stable.
She had found out casually from Jack that Guy Oscard was exiled
vaguely to the middle of Africa for an indefinite period. The rest-
-the youthful officer and the others--did not give her much anxiety.
They, she argued to herself, had nothing to bring against her. They
may have THOUGHT things--but who can prevent people from thinking
things? Besides, "I thought" is always a poor position.
There were, it was true, a good many men whom she would rather not
tell herself. But this difficulty was obviated by requesting Lady
Cantourne to tell everybody. Everybody would tell everybody else,
and would, of course, ask if these particular persons in question
had been told; if not, they would have to be told at once.
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