"This, Cheetah, is the morning mood," she remarked.
"This is the essential mood. Listen, Amanda--"
He stopped short. He looked towards the gangway, they both looked.
The magic word "Breakfast" came simultaneously from them.
"Eggs," she said ravenously, and led the way.
A smell of coffee as insistent as an herald's trumpet had called a
truce between them.
3
Their marriage had been a comparatively inconspicuous one, but since
that time they had been engaged upon a honeymoon of great extent and
variety. Their wedding had taken place at South Harting church in
the marked absence of Lady Marayne, and it had been marred by only
one untoward event. The Reverend Amos Pugh who, in spite of the
earnest advice of several friends had insisted upon sharing in the
ceremony, had suddenly covered his face with the sleeves of his
surplice and fled with a swift rustle to the vestry, whence an
uproar of inadequately smothered sorrow came as an obligato
accompaniment to the more crucial passages of the service. Amanda
appeared unaware of the incident at the time, but afterwards she
explained things to Benham.
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