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And you
amuse yourself with her. And then it's Gobble, Gobble, Gobble,
Great Work, Hands Clear, Big Business of the World. Why couldn't
you think of that before, Poff? Why did you begin with her?"
"It was unexpected. . . ."
"STUFF!" said Lady Marayne for a second time. "Well," she said,
"well. Your Mrs. Fly-by-Night,--oh it doesn't matter!--whatever she
calls herself, must look after herself. I can't do anything for
her. I'm not supposed even to know about her. I daresay she'll
find her consolations. I suppose you want to go out of London and
get away from it all. I can help you there, perhaps. I'm tired of
London too. It's been a tiresome season. Oh! tiresome and
disappointing! I want to go over to Ireland and travel about a
little. The Pothercareys want us to come. They've asked us
twice. . . ."
Benham braced himself to face fresh difficulties. It was amazing
how different the world could look from his mother's little parlour
and from the crest of the North Downs.
"But I want to start round the world," he cried with a note of acute
distress.


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