WHEN PIPPA PASSED
his book, and suggested that her uncle should invite Mr. D: "Urge Henry to consent to it," she added, "he will do anything for you, Uncle Les."
"More than for you?" he asked.
"For me?" She flushed a little. "I doubt if he distinguishes me from my portrait over the mantel!"
"And you wish that he would," Delafield wanted to reply, trying to remember if she had ever called him "Henry" before.
On a warm April evening, when the windows were open to catch the setting sun and the odour of the blossoming window-boxes, he came at last. As he stepped into the room, head erect, eyes wide and bright, they became aware immediately of a change in him. His glance was more conscious, more alert, his hand-grasp more assured.
"You are in time to dine with us," Anne said, with her grave smile, "we are all alone. Will you stay?"
"Thanks, I can't stay, I'm going somewhere else," he answered quickly.
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