"
"I can't exactly--thank you," said Oliver, "but I do repeat--you're
sporting."
"Never repeat a compliment to a woman over twenty and seldom then." She
looked at him reflectively. "The same woman, that is. There is such a
great deal I could teach you though, really," she said. "You're much more
teachable than Mr. Billett, for instance," and Oliver felt a little shudder
of terror go through him for a moment at the way she said it. But she
laughed again.
"I shouldn't worry. And besides, you're blighted, aren't you?--and they're
unteachable till they recover. Well.
"Oh, yes, there was something else I meant to be serious about. Sargent
said something about our--disappearing, and all that. Well, Sargent has
always been enamored of puttering around a garden somewhere in an alias and
old trousers with me to make him lemonade when he gets overheated--and so
far I've humored him--but I've really never thought very much of the idea.
That would be--for me--a particularly stupid way of going to seed." She was
wholly in earnest now. "And I haven't the slightest intention of going to
seed with Sargent or anybody else for a very long time yet.
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