"
Philippa, who had been maneuvering to attract Lessingham's attention,
suddenly dropped the cake basket which she was passing. There was
a little commotion. Lessingham went down on his hands and knees to
help collect the fragments, and she found an opportunity to whisper
in his ear.
"Be careful. That woman is a cat. Stay and talk to me. Please
don't bother, Mr. Lessingham. Won't you ring the bell instead?"
she continued, raising her voice.
Lessingham did as he was asked, and affected not to notice Mrs.
Johnson's inviting smile as he returned. Philippa made room for
him by her side.
"Helen and I were talking this afternoon, Mr. Lessingham," she said,
"of the days when you and Dick were both in the Magdalen Eleven and
both had just a chance of being chosen for the Varsity. You never
played, did you?"
He shook his head.
"No such luck. In any case, Richard would have been in well before
me. I always maintained that he was the first of our googlie
bowlers."
"So you were at Magdalen with Major Felstead?" another caller
remarked in mild wonder.
"Mr. Lessingham and my brother were great friends," Philippa
explained. "Mr. Lessingham used to come down to shoot in Cheshire."
Lady Cranston's guests were all conscious of a little indefinable
disappointment. The gossip concerning this stranger's appearance
in Dreymarsh was practically strangled.
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