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XXVII
The lady of Eastmead fronted her neighbour with a certain grimness. "She has seen him—they've patched it up."
Breathless with curiosity, Tony yet made but a bite of her news. "It's on again—it's all right?"
"It's whatever you like to call it. I only know what Paul tells me."
Paul, at this, stopped in his slow retreat, wheeling about. "I only know what I had just now from Jean."
Tony's expression, in the presence of his young friend's, dropped almost comically into the considerate. "Oh, but I daresay it's so, old man. I was there when they met," he explained to Mrs. Beever, "and I saw for myself pretty well how it would go."
"I confess I didn't," she replied. Then she added: "It must have gone with a jump!"
