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David gave an answering squeeze that brought the tears to her eyes, as he whispered in return, "That's all right, old lady. Don't you fret about me.","I swear, on my sacred honor, that Maurice Alymer was killed by Max Etwald!","A doctor's brougham?","I declare if I ain't a firm believer in fairies after this," she said with frank affection. "There isn't anything prettier nor sweeter in the whole ball, I'll warrant!",The note which the major handed over was curt to the verge of rudeness. It merely stated that the writer had gone to London for a couple of days on business, and would be back as soon as possible. No explanation of what the business might be was given. Maurice did not wonder than Jen was annoyed at receiving such a missive from one whom he regarded in the light of a son; but in handing it back to the major he excused the writer.,Before his departure he had left a message for David, who had not made his appearance at breakfast, requesting the young man to be in the library at noon.,"Thank you so much," she said in a tone of such even sweetness that Patricia felt uncomfortable, though she did not know why.,"Do you really want to go?" asked Patricia, beaming. "The modeling room's open, and you can always see the antique.",Patricia, noting the downy line that penciled the corners of her firm mouth, hesitated to put an inquiry that could be delicate enough to indicate the faint moustache without hurting Miss Jinny's feelings.,Mrs. Shelly made him a pretty little bow.,"Yes. To ask if I would see her mistress; a most unnecessary question.",It was hard work later on, when they had to face the inquiries of the wrathful Judith, to convince her that the whole thing was not a plot against Elinor by some envious rival..