But he is not good enough for
her. She is such a grand creature--when she marries she ought to
have a husband worthy of her--one whom she could honour and obey as
well as love--a man of intellect and power." Had a name suddenly
occurred to Dinah, for as she rose hastily a girlish blush came to
her cheek? "I am quite ashamed of myself," she whispered. "If there
is one thing or person I detest it is a match-maker. How could such
an idea come into my head!" But whatever idea it was, Dinah soon
banished it, and before long both the sisters were sleeping sweetly
on their lavender-scented pillows.
Malcolm saw little of his hostesses the next day. Elizabeth spent
the greater part of the day at Rotherwood, and Dinah was busy with
her household duties. He and Cedric played tennis the most of the
morning. Then they lounged about the garden and woodlands in their
flannels, and chatted and smoked endless cigarettes, and after
luncheon Cedric ordered out the dog-cart and showed his friend some
of the beauties of the surrounding neighbourhood. They drove back
through Rotherwood, and as they turned the corner by the church they
came upon Mr.
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