He had never felt happier.
'You're sure?'
'Absolutely. I feel fine.'
'I thought--I've been thinking for some days--that you might be in
trouble of some sort.'
Bill swiftly added another to that list of qualities which he had
been framing on his homeward journey. That girl of his would be
angelically sympathetic.
'It's awfully good of you,' he said, 'but honestly I feel like--I
feel great.'
The little troubled look passed from Elizabeth's face. Her eyes
twinkled.
'You're really feeling happy?'
'Tremendously.'
'Then let me damp you. We're in an awful fix!'
'What! In what way?'
'About the monkey.'
'Has he escaped?'
'That's the trouble--he hasn't.'
'I don't understand.'
'Come and sit down and I'll tell you. It's a shame to keep you
standing after your walk.'
They made their way to the massive stone seat which Mr Flack, the
landlord, had bought at a sale and dumped in a moment of
exuberance on the farm grounds.
'This is the most hideous thing on earth,' said Elizabeth
casually, 'but it will do to sit on. Now tell me: why did you go
to Lady Wetherby's this afternoon?'
It was all so remote, it seemed so long ago that he had wanted to
find an excuse for meeting Claire again, that for a moment Bill
hesitated in actual perplexity, and before he could speak Elizabeth
had answered the question for him.
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