He was aware that she
preferred to see him alone, and this flattered him. While he was able
to assure himself confidently that he was in no sense in love with her,
his heart certainly beat a little quicker on the comparatively few
occasions when he went over into her garden, or, better still, into her
little sitting-room, and found her by herself. He also thought it very
good-natured, if a little tiresome, of her, to put up with so much of
the company of a prig like Jack, and of a selfish girl like Rosamund.
To-night Radmore wondered, not for the first time, why Janet Tosswill did
not like Enid Crofton, for he felt, somehow, that there was no love lost
between them. He told himself that he must ask Betty to try to become
friends with her. Instinctively he relied on Betty's judgment, and that
though he saw very little of her, considering what very old friends he
and she were. And then, when he was thinking these secret, idle thoughts,
he became suddenly conscious that Betty was not among those sitting at
the full dining-table.
When Tom came in, bearing a huge soup tureen, and looking, it must be
confessed, very red and embarrassed, Janet observed composedly that the
person on whom they had relied to help them to-night had failed them at
the last moment, and they had decided that it would be simpler for them
to wait on themselves.
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