Saltash departed soon afterwards and motored
back to Burchester Castle to dress. And then Bunny, half-laughing,
half-apologetic, turned to his brother-in-law.
"I can't help being decent to Charlie, Jake. I don't care a damn what
they say."
Jake gave him a straight look from under his rough red brows. "I'm not
blaming you," he said.
CHAPTER II
MAUD BOLTON
Someone was singing a baby lullaby very softly in the beautiful room with
the bay window that looked straight over the rolling down. It was a very
sweet voice that sang, and sometimes the low notes were a little
tremulous as though some tender emotion thrilled through the song. The
singer was lying back in a rocking-chair close to the bay-window with her
baby in her arms.
Beyond the long, undulating slope there stretched a silver line of sea
that gleamed with a still radiance in the light of the dying day. And
Maud Bolton, who once had been that proud and desolate girl Maud Brian,
gazed out upon it with happy, dreaming eyes. It had been a hot spring day
and she was tired, but it was a pleasant weariness, and the little body
that nestled on her breast brought sheer rapture to her woman's heart. It
was the baby boy for whom for years she had longed in vain.
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