that have been over and done with for years. Thank the Lord, I donât do that! Iâm interested in to-day. Iâm interested in you. Youâre going to stop at home and live at Waveney, I hope.â
âI donât know yet.â
âNonsense! Whatâs the good of having a place if you donât live in it? Youâve got money to keep it upâand thatâs more than most people have nowadays. So youâd better look round you for a wife and do the old place up a bit. It was looking shocking the last time I was down thereâjust before Jennyâs wedding that was. Have you seen Jenny yet?â A warm tone had come into her voice at the mention of Jennyâs name.
âNo,â said John. His heart beat a little faster. âI want to meet her. And I want particularly to meet Anne.â
âAnne?â The warmth was gone. âJennyâs my girlâmy god-daughter, you know. She gets her Jenifer from me.â
âYes, I want to meet Anne,â said John.
ââMâsheâs not a patch on Jenny. It always makes me quite angry when people pretend they donât know one from the other.â
âArenât they very much alike?â
âOh, thereâs a likeness âIâm not saying there isnât. But theyâre as different as they can be. Jennyâs the sweetest thingâlike a sunny day.â
âAnd Anne?â
âOh, Iâve nothing against her. But sheâs not Jenny. Anyhow, you canât meet her, because sheâs been ill, and I believe sheâs still abroad. And look here, just let me give you a hintâwhen you do meet Jenny, donât go and worry her by talking about Anne.
âWhy should it worry her?â
Mrs. Courtneyâs thick eyebrows rose.
âBecause sheâs ridiculously devoted to her. I never can see why twins should be specially devoted to each other. But there it is, Jenny has taken this illness quite absurdly to heart. There she is, with an adoring husband, and a nice fat baby, and everything in the world to make her happy; and yet one only has to mention Anneâs name to see her cloud over and look wretched, positively wretched. So I thought Iâd just give you a word of warning.â
John leaned forward.
âMrs. Courtney, where is Anne Waveney? Can you give me her address?â
She looked at him with an effect of surprise.
âI donât know her address. I believe sheâs abroad somewhere. To tell you the honest truth, Iâve never taken very much interest in Anne. Jennyâs my girl, as I told you.â
âI want very particularly to know where she is. If sheâs ill, she canât be aloneâsomeone must be looking after her.â
âOh, I expect sheâs all right again by now. She was ill at the time of Jennyâs wedding. And then, I believe, she went abroad with Aurora Fairlie. Sheâs a cousin on the Courtney sideâyou must have heard her name. She wanders about Europe and writes the sort of books I never read myself: Platitudes from the Pyrenees, Meanderings in Morocco, Balkan Balderdash, and so on.â
âAnd Anne Waveney is with this MissâerâFairlie?â
Mrs. Courtney looked vague.
âJenny said something about it. But, as I told you, I donât talk to her about Anne. It only upsets her; and I wouldnât have Jenny upset for a dozen Annes.â She paused, smiled beautifully, and added: âIâm a fool about Jenny. But wait till you meet her.â
It was as she said the last word that the door opened and Jenny came in. John would have known her from Amoryâs picture, and from the photographs, even without Mrs. Courtneyâs cry of âMy darling!â and her close embrace. She turned, with one hand still on the girlâs shoulder.
âI havenât got any mannersâI always forget introductions. And, besides, you ought to have known each other for
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