particular, but it was a scandal. Even the servants! . . . Three and four times a day, and notes in between, to know how the beast was. Hang it all, don't laugh! And wanting to send me flowers and goldfish. Do I look as if I wanted goldfish? Can't you two stop for a minute?' (Mrs. Godfrey and I were clinging to each other for support.) 'And it isn't as if I was—was so alluring a personality, is it?'
Attley commands more trust, goodwill, and affection than most men, for he is that rare angel, an absolutely unselfish bachelor, content to be run by contending syndicates of zealous friends. His situation seemed desperate, and I told him so.
'Instant flight is your only remedy,' was my verdict. 'I'll take care of both your cars while you're away, and you can send me over all the greenhouse fruit.'
'But why should I be chased out of my house by a she-dromedary?' he wailed.
'Oh, stop! Stop! ' Mrs. Godfrey sobbed. 'You're both wrong. I admit you're right, but I know you're wrong.'
'Three and four times a day,' said Attley, with an awful countenance. 'I'm not a vain man, but—look here, Ella, I'm not sensitive, I hope, but if you persist in making a joke of it'
'Oh, be quiet!' she almost shrieked. 'D'you imagine for one instant that your friends would ever let Mittleham pass out of their hands? I quite agree it is unseemly for a grown girl to come to Mittleham at all hours of the day and night'
