Although
thinking himself so, or almost.
Well, they went into the drawing room. Elaine Adams was
there waiting for me, and Betty Anderson and Jane Raleigh. And
I hadn't been in the room five minutes before I knew that they
all knew. It turned out later that Hannah was engaged to the
Adams's butler, and she had told him, and he had told Elaine's
governess, who is still there and does the ordering, and Elaine
sends her stockings home for her to darn.
Sis had told Carter, too, I saw that, and among them they
had rather a good time. Carter sat down at the piano and struck
a few chords, chanting "My Love is like a white, white rose."
"Only you know" he said, turning to me, "that's wrong. It
ought to be a `red, red rose.'"
"Certainly not. The word is `white.'"
"Oh, is it?" he said, with his head on one side. "Strange
that both you and Harold should have got it wrong."
I confess to a feeling of uneasiness at that moment.
Tea came, and Carter insisted on pouring.
"I do so love to pour!" he said. "Really, after a long
day's shopping, tea is the only thing that keeps me going until
dinner.
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