As they went to their separate rooms in Staple Inn that night,
Guy paused for a moment, candle in hand, by his door, and looked
straight at Cyril.
"You needn't fear ME," he said, in a very low tone. "She's yours.
You found her. I wouldn't be mean enough for a minute to interfere
with your find. But I'm not surprised at you. I would do the same
myself, if I could have seen her first. I won't see her again. I
couldn't stand it. She's too beautiful to see and not to fall in
love with."
CHAPTER VIII.
ELMA BREAKS OUT.
Mrs. Clifford returned from Chetwood Court that clay in by no means
such high spirits as when she went there. In the first place, she
hadn't succeeded in throwing Elma and Granville Kelmscott into one
another's company at all, and in the second place Elma had talked
much under her very nose, for half-an-hour at a stretch, with the
unknown young painter fellow. When Elma was asked out anywhere
else in the country for the next six weeks or so, Mrs. Clifford
made up her mind strictly to inquire in private, before committing
herself to an acceptance, whether that dangerous young man was
likely or not to be included in the party.
For Mrs. Clifford admitted frankly to herself that Cyril was
dangerous; as dangerous as they make them.
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