It may be very unchristian of me"--with a
small schoolboy grin--"but I simply can't abide Caroline Tempest!"
Shortly afterwards she professed herself sufficiently rested to essay the
return journey to White Windows.
"I shall certainly come down to the Cove to-morrow and watch you disporting
yourselves in the briny," she said, as she kissed Ann good-bye. "Does Robin
bathe with you?"
"When he has time. But Cara Hilyard is sure to be there. She swims like a
fish."
"That's the lovely lady who lives at the Priory, isn't it? You'll have to
meet her, Brett."
"If she is a Mrs. Dene Hilyard, I know her already," he answered. "I used
to meet her with her husband in London sometimes--and a pretty brute he
was! I nearly ran away with her just to get her out of his clutches," he
added lightly.
"Well, she's out of them now, poor soul, for keeps," said Lady Susan.
Later, as they walked home together across the fields, accompanied by the
now jubilant Tribes of Israel, she returned to the subject.
"If you'll promise not to discredit me by running away with her, Brett,
we'll go over to see your friend at the Priory. I should have to call, in
any case, before long.
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