She thought over her words
afterwards and regretted them. All the same, Rosek was a sneak and a
cold sensualist, she was sure. And the thought that he had been spying
at their little house tarnished her anticipations of homecoming.
They went to Town three days later. While the taxi was skirting Lord's
Cricket-ground, Gyp slipped her hand into Fiorsen's. She was brimful of
excitement. The trees were budding in the gardens that they passed; the
almond-blossom coming--yes, really coming! They were in the road now.
Five, seven, nine--thirteen! Two more! There it was, nineteen, in white
figures on the leaf-green railings, under the small green lilac buds;
yes, and their almond-blossom was out, too! She could just catch a
glimpse over those tall railings of the low white house with its green
outside shutters. She jumped out almost into the arms of Betty, who
stood smiling all over her broad, flushed face, while, from under each
arm peered forth the head of a black devil, with pricked ears and eyes
as bright as diamonds.
"Betty! What darlings!"
"Major Winton's present, my dear--ma'am!"
Giving the stout shoulders a hug, Gyp seized the black devils, and ran
up the path under the trellis, while the Scotch-terrier pups, squeezed
against her breast, made confused small noises and licked her nose
and ears. Through the square hall she ran into the drawing-room, which
opened out on to the lawn; and there, in the French window, stood spying
back at the spick-and-span room, where everything was, of course, placed
just wrong.
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