She is splendid in some
things--yes, she is! And the Rectory people take the most
rose-coloured view of her--it's too late to tell you why, for
the postman is just coming.
'Good-bye, Dezzy--dear Dezzy! I know how glad you'll be about
the gates. Write to me as often as you can. By the way, Miss
Bremerton has got a brother in the war--with General Maude.
That ought to make me like her. But why did she leave us to
find it out through the Rectory? She never says anything about
herself that she can help. Do you think you'll really get to
France in January? Ever your loving
'PAM.'
CHAPTER X
It was a bright January day. Lunch was just over at Mannering, and
the luncheon-party had dispersed--attracted to the garden and the
park by the lure of the sunshine after dark days of storm and wind.
Mrs. Gaddesden alone was left sitting by the fire in the hall. There
was a cold wind, and she did not feel equal to facing it. She was
one of those women, rare in these days, who, though still young,
prefer to be prematurely old; in whom their great-grandmothers, and
the 'elegant' lackadaisical ways of a generation that knew nothing
of exercise, thick boots and short skirts, seem to become once more
incarnate.
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