"
"And your mother?" Brooks asked a minute or two later.
Selina tossed her head.
"Mother is so foolish," she declared. "She misses the sound of the
trains, and she actually calls the place dead alive, because she can't
sit at the windows and see the tradesmen's carts and her neighbours go
by. Isn't it ridiculous?"
Brooks hesitated.
"I suppose so," he answered. "Your mother can have her friends out
here, though. It really is only a short drive to Medchester."
"She won't have them oftener than I can help," Selina declared,
doggedly. "Old Mrs. Mason called the other day when Captain Meyton and
Mrs. Malevey were here. It was most awkward. But I don't know why I
tell you all these things," she declared, abruptly. "Somehow I always
feel that you are quite an old friend."
Selina's languishing glance was intercepted by one of her admirers from
the barracks, as she had intended it to be. Brooks went off to play his
shot and returned smiling.
"I am only too happy that you should feel so," he declared. "Your
father was very kind to me."
"Isn't it almost a pity that you didn't stay in Medchester, Mr.
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