'Grandfather!' he thought without sequence, and took out his watch. He

could not see the hands, but he set the repeater going. 'Five o'clock!'

His grandfather's first gold hunter watch, butter-smooth with age--all

the milling worn from it, and dented with the mark of many a fall. The

chime was like a little voice from out of that golden age, when they

first came from St. John's Wood, London, to this house--came driving

with grandfather in his carriage, and almost instantly took to the

trees. Trees to climb, and grandfather watering the geranium-beds below!

What was to be done? Tell Dad he must come home? Confide in June?--only

she was so--so sudden! Do nothing and trust to luck? After all, the Vac.

would soon be over. Go up and see Val and warn him off? But how get

his address? Holly wouldn't give it him! A maze of paths, a cloud of

possibilities! He lit a cigarette. When he had smoked it halfway through

his brow relaxed, almost as if some thin old hand had been passed gently

over it; and in his ear something seemed to whisper: 'Do nothing; be

nice to Holly, be nice to her, my dear!' And Jolly heaved a sigh of

contentment, blowing smoke through his nostrils....

But up in her room, divested of her habit, Holly was still frowning. 'He

is not--he is not!' were the words which kept forming on her lips.




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