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Merlo Turbofarmer Modular Tf30 9 To Tf65 9 Service Manuals de
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"Slept well?"
"Leg troublesome?"
Philip knuckled his head vigorously all over, to show that his skull
was once more free from dents.
"In that case," announced Peggy, "I may possibly let you have
some letters to read. But I shall wait until the doctor has seen you."
"Who? Tim?"
"I didn't mean Tim, though I haven't the slightest doubt that he
will call," said Peggy, with an enigmatic smile. "This is a new visitor—
Miss Leslie. She used to be mother's greatest friend, and—and she
has always been very good to me. I should like you to know her."
"Quite right," assented Peggy. "You are. Eat up your breakfast like
a good little boy, and perhaps I will come and see you again later."
And she sped out of the room and down the stair, to quell a
bread-riot. A woman with two men on her hands is, indeed, a busy
person.
For the Big Thing had happened. Philip was in love. His long-
expected Lady had come to him at last—or rather, come back to him,
after an interval of years—grown up into a slim, elfin, brown-eyed
piece of Dresden china. She had gathered him up, crushed and
broken, from the middle of a Surrey highway, and had conveyed him
straight to her home in Chelsea, to be nursed and mothered back
into coherent existence. This, be it noted, in the face of a strongly-
worded and most enthusiastic eulogy (from her parent) of the public
hospitals of the metropolis.
"If you are thinking of tipping him half-a-sovereign," she said, "I
advise you not to. I happen to know him. Now don't be a silly old
curmudgeon, but go and see if the ambulance is coming."
II
Timothy, entering the room like a gust of ozone, sat down heavily
by the patient's bedside and slapped the counterpane heartily.
"Just making both ends meet," replied the owner of the tibia,
shrinking nervously towards the wall.
"I was under the impression that it was the solar plexus," he said
in a troubled voice. "I know it was a heavenly body of some kind.
Ah, I have it. The semilunar cartilage! How is the semilunar cartilage
this morning?"
"My skull," replied the patient mildly, "is all right, except when you
make such an infernal noise."
"Oh, going away, and things like that," said Timothy, naïvely. "And
her complexion, and her arms—my word! Have you seen her in
evening kit? Fancy you knowing her when you were kids! I suppose
you were great pals?"
Tum-ti-tum-ti-tiddle-i-um, Tum-ti-tum-ti-tum-tum!
Officers' Wives getting pudding and pies,
Soldiers' Wives get skilly!
After the usual brief interval the door opened and Peggy entered,
to announce to Timothy, with her head upon one side in the manner
which he had just described with so much tenderness and
enthusiasm, that it was time for him to depart.
III
No, Miss Leslie did not know: Peggy had not told her; so Philip,
with wonderful fluency for him, explained the circumstances under
which he had first entered the house of Falconer.
"It would be a fine ploy for Montagu," she said, "scarifying a little
boy. But I am glad you met Peggy's mother, if only for five minutes."
"She was my greatest friend," said Miss Leslie simply. "But she
has been dead for seven years now. I suppose you knew that?"
"I hoped," she said, "that when Montagu was made an A.R.A. he
would be less of a bear. But he is just the same. Success came too
late, poor body. He is as morose and pernickety and feckless as ever.
Peggy is hard put to it sometimes."
"I expect you help her a good deal," remarked Philip, with sudden
intuition.
After that they talked about London, and Philip's work, and the
future of automobilism. Miss Leslie apparently saw nothing either
"pathetic" or "quaint" or "tragic" in a man liking to talk about what
interested him. At any rate, she drew him out and lured him on. For
all her spinsterhood, Jean Leslie knew something of masculine
nature. She knew that the shortest way to the heart of that self-
centred creature Man is to let him talk about himself, and his work,
and his ambitions. So Philip discoursed, with all his shyness and
reticence thawed out of him, upon subjects which must have made
his visitor's head ache, but which won her heart none the less. That
is the way of a woman. She values the post of confidante so highly
that she will endure a man's most uninteresting confidences with joy,
because of the real compliment implied by their bestowal.
"I am a silly sentimental old wife," she mused to herself
afterwards, "but it warmed my heart to have that boy turning to me
for advice on things I knew nothing about. It would be good for him,
too. He would never talk like that to Peggy; he would be afraid of
wearying her. I do not matter."
CHAPTER XXII
THE INARTICULATE KNIGHT
"It is terribly thrilling," observed the romantic Miss Leslie, "to find
yourself alone in a man's rooms."
Peggy said nothing, but looked round the dusty sitting-room with
wondering eyes. She thought of her own private den at home, with
its pretty curtains, soft cushions, fresh flowers, and the thousand
useless but companionable knick-knacks that make a woman's room
look cosy. This gaunt, pictureless, carpetless eyrie made her shiver.
There was not even a grate in the fireplace: only a rusty gas-stove.
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed Miss Leslie. "Can the man not afford a
cover for the table? And where does he sit if a visitor comes?"
"The only chair in there has a leg missing," she mentioned. "Take
the armchair, child."
"No."
"He says that a woman comes in every morning and tidies up."
"I should like to meet her," said Miss Leslie grimly. "I expect she
could a tale unfold. Where does he get his food, and how does he
eat it? Off the floor?"
"I don't know," said Peggy, who had sat very silent through this
tirade. "I—I had no idea it was as bad as this."
They invaded the tiny pantry. Here they found a teapot, together
with a cup and saucer, two plates, a knife, a fork, and a spoon.
There was also a small frying-pan, and a tarnished cruet-stand. A
very dingy dishcloth hung upon a nail at the back of the door. There
were receptacles which had evidently at one time contained tea,
sugar, and salt, but they were empty. The lady who tidied up had
seen to that. The place was dusty, and smelt of mice.
"He invented it, I think," said Peggy. "Didn't he tell you about it?"
She marched out of the room and began to descend the staircase.
Peggy, hanging back for a moment, unexpectedly produced a
diminutive pocket-handkerchief from her belt, and put it furtively to
one of its uses.
After that, flinging a defiant glance round the empty room, she
picked up the books from the table and turned once more to the
door. Suddenly her eye was caught by a gleam of colour at her feet.
It was a pink carnation—one of a small bunch which Philip had given
to her. He had bought them in the street during his first outing in a
bath-chair, and after keeping them for three days had taken the
flowers in one hand and his courage in the other and made the
presentation. They were slightly faded—a fact upon which their
recipient had not failed to comment. Indeed, she had accused the
donor, to his great distress, of having bought them second-hand.
Well, here was one of the bunch lying on the dusty floor: Peggy
had dislodged it from her belt in replacing her handkerchief.
She picked it up, and gazed thoughtfully about the room. Then
she tiptoed across to the mantelpiece, and proceeded to ornament
the Meldrum Carburettor with a floral device. Then she ran guiltily
down stairs after Miss Leslie.
II
Philip ruminated.
"I want enough to find decent rooms for you to live in. Can you
afford it?"
"It is poky, and dirty, and unfurnished, and quite impossible," said
Peggy with finality. "You must move into something better."
"If I do," he said cunningly, "will you come and see me there
sometimes? Tea, or something? You could bring Miss Leslie," he
added.
"Philip," she asked hotly, "why are you so cross? Don't you like
Timothy?"
"But what?"
Philip reddened.
"I don't know," he said helplessly. But he knew well enough, and
so did Peggy.
"Then don't be a baby," she said severely. "It is not very nice of
you, considering that I am only trying to make you comfortable and
—"
"No, you are not a brute," she said; "you are just a child.
However, since you are an invalid, I forgive you. But you must not be
sulky when people take trouble on your behalf. You are getting a big
boy now, you know! Say 'thank you,' nicely!"
Philip hesitated, and his throat went dry. Was this his opening—at
last?
"Shall I tell you why?" interposed Peggy. "Because you are far too
much wrapped up in your work. You work too hard. You think of
nothing but Oxford Street and—and carburettors, and things. I want
you—I mean, you ought to go about more, and see people, and
enjoy yourself, and have a lot of friends."
"Think how interesting and amusing you could be, if you went
about and met more people," continued Peggy.
"No, you are not," said Peggy; "so don't be foolish." Then,
softening again, for she had averted the danger, she continued
gently:—
"All I meant was that it would do you good to have a little more
leisure and distraction. 'All work and no play,' you know! Now, will
you look about for nice rooms when you get well—for yourself and
Tim?"
"Of course I will," said Peggy heartily; "but not if you are going to
be cross with me."
Philip assured her that she need never again have any fears upon
that score. And he was as good as his word.
CHAPTER XXIII
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