But after that it was
always you and Vicky and me. And we had the time of our lives--at least, I
did." Even Mrs. Devereux felt an emotion from the beam with which Sanchia
rewarded him--a tender, compassionate look, as if she understood and
excused him.
"You are old friends, I see," she said; and her smile was not unfriendly.
Chevenix shook his head wisely. "Frightfully old--I've known 'em all--all
my life." Mrs. Devereux then made a distinct advance.
"It must be very nice for you," she said to Sanchia.
Sanchia's eyes were now clear, and her smile absolutely general. "To see
Mr. Chevenix? Yes, indeed." She collected herself. "But I'm afraid I must
go now. I've a great deal to do." She admonished the young man. "Now you
had better catch some more," she told him. "I must go."
His face fell--without any regard for Mrs. Devereux--to "Oh, I say!" but
it was then revealed to him that there might be a part for him to play.
"Right, Sancie--you're mistress here. See you later." He met her eyes
gallantly, and lifted his hat. Sanchia bent her head to Mrs. Devereux, and
went staidly away, her duties gathering in her brows. The elder lady and
the young man stood face to face without speaking.
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