Lessingham at any time," he
pronounced, with ample condescension. "I noticed him in church
last Sunday morning."
CHAPTER XX
"My dear man, whatever shall I do with you!" Philippa exclaimed
pathetically, as the door closed upon the last of her callers.
"The Guards, indeed!"
Lessingham smiled as he resumed his place by her side.
"Well," he said, "I told the dear lady the truth. You will find my
name well up in the list of the thirty-first battalion of the
Prussian Guards."
She threw herself back in her chair and laughed. "How amusing it
would be if it weren't all so terrible! You really are a perfect
political Raffles. Do you know that this afternoon you have
absolutely reestablished yourself? Mr. Johnson will probably call
on you to-morrow--they may even ask you to dine--the vicar will
write and ask for a subscription, and Dolly Fenwick will invite you
to play golf with her."
"Do not turn my head," he begged.
"All the same," Philippa continued, more gravely, "I shall never
have a moment's peace whilst you are in the place. I was thinking
about you last night. I don't believe I have ever realised before
how terrible it would be if you really were discovered. What would
they do to you?"
"Whatever they might do," he replied, a little wearily, "I must
obey orders. My orders are to remain here, but even if I were told
that I might go, I should find it hard.
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