"
"Queer that Martin can come in a dream to me and take the upper hand
with me.
"Queer that NOW--I love Martin."
He thought still more profoundly. "By the time the Committee meets again
I shall have been tremendously refreshed."
He repeated:--"Put things on the Higher Plane and keep them there. Then
go back to Martin. And so to the work. That's it...."
Nothing so pacifies the mind as a clear-cut purpose. Sir Richmond fell
asleep during the fourth recapitulation of this programme.
Section 3
When Miss Grammont appeared at breakfast Sir Richmond saw at once that
she too had had a restless night. When she came into the little long
breakfast room of the inn with its brown screens and its neat white
tables it seemed to him that the Miss Grammont of his nocturnal
speculations, the beautiful young lady who had to be protected and
managed and loved unselfishly, vanished like some exorcised intruder.
Instead was this real dear young woman, who had been completely
forgotten during the reign of her simulacrum and who now returned
completely remembered, familiar, friendly, intimate. She touched his
hand for a moment, she met his eyes with the shadow of a smile in her
own.
"Oranges!" said Belinda from the table by the window. "Beautiful
oranges.
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