He wheeled at the sound of their footsteps and came
forward, his face lighting with pleasure, his hand outstretched. Then he
saw Merriton behind 'Toinette's tiny figure, and for a moment some of the
pleasure went out of his eyes.
"Hello," he said. "However did you get to this part of the world? You
always turn up like a bad penny.... What a time you've been 'Toinette!"
Merriton greeted him pleasantly, and 'Toinette's radiant eyes smiled up
into his bronzed face.
"Have I?" she said, with a little embarrassed laugh. "Well, I have been
out riding--with Nigel."
"Oh, Nigel lives round here, does he?" said Wynne, with a sarcastic
laugh. "Like it, old man?"
"Oh, I like it well enough," retorted Merriton. "At any rate I'll be
obliged to get used to it. I've said good-bye to India for keeps, Wynne.
I'm settled here for good."
Wynne swung upon his heel at the tone of Merriton's voice, and his eyes
narrowed. He stood almost a head taller than Nigel--who was by no means
short--and was big and broad and heavy-chested.
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