“I think not.” She stood up as she spoke, massive and handsome. “I don’t think it would be any use. But I am going back now to talk to him.”
Claudia watched her cross the room, and caught Mr Pelham’s beaming look.
“Oh, it must be true, he looks so happy!” she cried impulsively. “And, Arthur, I think you are hard on him. He has quite a good face.”
She did not catch Fenwick’s muttered ejaculation—“Confound him!”
Chapter Sixteen.
Claudia’s young and vigorous interests were attracted by all that was connected with the camp, too much so, indeed, to please Fenwick. She ran out whenever a regiment passed, or when she heard distant sounds of drill.
“You don’t want to be shown the stables, do you?”
“Oh, I do, particularly.”