Mary rose to her feet; there was an air of decision about her,
and she addressed Beaumaroy almost before he was within speaking distance
as it is generally reckoned in society.
"If you're going home, Mr. Beaumaroy, shall we walk together? It's time I
was off, too."
Beaumaroy looked a little surprised, but undoubtedly pleased. "Well, now,
what a delightful way of prolonging a delightful visit. I'm truly
grateful, Dr. Arkroyd."
"Oh, you needn't be!" said Mary with a little toss of her head.
Naylor watched them with amusement. "He'll catch it on that walk!" he was
thinking. "She's going to let him have it! I wish I could be there to
hear." He spoke to them openly: "I'm sorry you must both go, but, since
you must, go together. Your walk will be much pleasanter."
Mary understood him well enough, and gave him a flash from her eyes. But
Beaumaroy's face betrayed nothing, as he murmured politely: "To me, at
all events, Mr. Naylor."
Naylor was not wrong as to Mary's mood and purpose. But she did not find
it easy to begin. Pretty quick at a retort herself, she could often
foresee the retorts open to her interlocutor.
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