One does not often see a face like Miss Jacobi's." And then
after a little more talk they reached the Manor House.
The following morning Malcolm spent on the river, and late in the
afternoon they drove to Glebelands--where the Etheridges lived.
The beautiful grounds sloping to the river presented a most animated
scene. A band was playing, and a gaily-dressed crowd streamed from
the house on to the lawn. Canoes, punts, and a tiny steam-launch
were ready for any guests who wished to enjoy the river; and the
croquet, archery, and tennis grounds were well filled.
Tea and refreshments were served in a huge marquee just below the
house. Malcolm, who met several people whom he knew, soon began to
enjoy himself, and he was deep in conversation with a young artist
when Miss Jacobi and her brother passed them; she bowed to Malcolm
with rather a pleased smile of recognition.
"What, do you know la belle Jacobi?" observed his friend enviously.
"What a lucky fellow you are! Look here, couldn't you do a good turn
for a chap and introduce me?"
"My dear Rodney, I have not spoken a dozen words to Miss Jacobi
myself.
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