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           ’Whynot?Feelingentangledwiththeotherman?Well!Ifyouwantthetruthfromme,mychild,it’sthis.Theworldgoeson.Wragbystandsandwillgoonstanding.Theworldismoreorlessafixedthingand,externally,wehavetoadaptourselvestoit.Privately,inmyprivateopinion,wecanpleaseourselves.Emotionschange.Youmaylikeonemanthisyearandanothernext.ButWragbystillstands.StickbyWragbyasfarasWragbysticksbyyou.Thenpleaseyourself.Butyou’llgetverylittleoutofmakingabreak.Youcanmakeabreakifyouwish.Youhaveanindependentincome,theonlythingthatneverletsyoudown.Butyouwon’tgetmuchoutofit.PutalittlebaronetinWragby.It’sanamusingthingtodo.’

           AndSirMalcolmsatbackandsmiledagain.Conniedidnotanswer.

           ’Ihopeyouhadarealmanatlast,’hesaidtoherafterawhile,sensuallyalert.

           ’Idid.That’sthetrouble.Therearen’tmanyofthemabout,’shesaid.

           ’No,byGod!’hemused.’Therearen’t!Well,mydear,tolookatyou,hewasaluckyman.Surelyhewouldn’tmaketroubleforyou?’

           ’Ohno!Heleavesmemyownmistressentirely.’

           ’Quite!Quite!Agenuinemanwould.’

           SirMalcolmwaspleased.Conniewashisfavouritedaughter,hehadalwayslikedthefemaleinher.NotsomuchofhermotherinherasinHilda.AndhehadalwaysdislikedClifford.Sohewaspleased,andverytenderwithhisdaughter,asiftheunbornchildwerehischild.

           HedrovewithhertoHartland’shotel,andsawherinstalled:thenwentroundtohisclub.Shehadrefusedhiscompanyfortheevening.