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At present the only people who knew of her prank and guessed or knew
her purpose were Honoria and Bertie Adams. Honoria! what a noble
woman, what a true friend. Somehow, now she was David, she saw
Honoria in a different light. Poor Norie! She too had her wistful
leanings, her sorrows and disappointments. What a good thing it
would be if her mother decided to die--of course she would, could,
never say any such thing to Norie--to die and set free Honoria to
marry Major Petworth Armstrong! She felt Norie still hankered after
him, but perhaps kept him at bay partly because of her mother's
molluscous clingings--No! she wouldn't even sneer at Lady Fraser.
Lady Fraser had been one of the early champions of Woman's rights.
Very likely it was a dread of Vivie's sneers and disappointment that
had mainly kept back Norie from accepting Major Armstrong's
advances. Well, when next they met she--Vivie--or better still
David--would set that right.
CHAPTER VII
HONORIA AGAIN
7, Fig Tree Court, Temple.
_March_ 20, 1902.
DEAR HONORIA,--
I am going down to spend Easter with my people in South
Wales. Before I leave I should so very much like a long talk
with you where we can talk freely and undisturbed. That is
impossible at the Office for a hundred reasons, especially
now that Beryl Claridge has taken to working early in her
new-found zeal, while Bertie Adams deems it his duty to stay
late.
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