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A Damsel in Distress

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"Don't!" pleaded his wife. "I feel so guilty."

"Who is it?" asked George again. "Your step-mother?"

"Great Scott, no!" said Reggie. "Nothing so bad as that. It's old

Marshmoreton."

"Lord Marshmoreton!"

"Absolutely! And looking positively festive."

"I feel so awful, Mr. Bevan," said Alice. "You know, I left the

castle without a word to anyone, and he doesn't know yet that there

won't be any secretary waiting for him when he gets back."

Reggie took another look over George's shoulder and chuckled.

"It's all right, darling. Don't worry. We can nip off secretly by

the other door. He's not going to stop us. He's got a girl with

him! The old boy has come to life--absolutely! He's gassing away

sixteen to the dozen to a frightfully pretty girl with gold hair.

If you slew the old bean round at an angle of about forty-five,

Bevan, old top, you can see her. Take a look. He won't see you.

He's got his back to us."

"Do you call her pretty?" asked Alice disparagingly.

"Now that I take a good look, precious," replied Reggie with

alacrity, "no! Absolutely not! Not my style at all!"

His wife crumbled bread.

"I think she must know you, Reggie dear," she said softly. "She's

waving to you."

"She's waving to _me_," said George, bringing back the sunshine to

Reggie's life, and causing the latter's face to lose its hunted

look. "I know her very well. Her name's Dore. Billie Dore."

"Old man," said Reggie, "be a good fellow and slide over to their

table and cover our retreat. I know there's nothing to be afraid of

really, but I simply can't face the old boy."

"And break the news to him that I've gone, Mr. Bevan," added Alice.

"Very well, I'll say good-bye, then."

"Good-bye, Mr. Bevan, and thank you ever so much."

Reggie shook George's hand warmly.

"Good-bye, Bevan old thing, you're a ripper. I can't tell you how

bucked up I am at the sportsmanlike way you've rallied round. I'll

do the same for you one of these days. Just hold the old boy in

play for a minute or two while we leg it. And, if he wants us, tell

him our address till further notice is Paris. What ho! What ho!

What ho! Toodle-oo, laddie, toodle-oo!"

George threaded his way across the room. Billie Dore welcomed him

with a friendly smile. The earl, who had turned to observe his

progress, seemed less delighted to see him. His weather-beaten face

wore an almost furtive look. He reminded George of a schoolboy who

has been caught in some breach of the law.

"Fancy seeing you here, George!" said Billie. "We're always

meeting, aren't we? How did you come to separate yourself from the

pigs and chickens? I thought you were never going to leave them."

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