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’
Oh
yes
!
’
said
Hilda
.
’
Just
good
manners
would
be
quite
natural
.
’
’
Second
nature
,
so
to
speak
!
’
he
said
:
then
he
began
to
laugh
.
’
Nay
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
m
weary
o
’
manners
.
Let
me
be
!
’
Hilda
was
frankly
baffled
and
furiously
annoyed
.
After
all
,
he
might
show
that
he
realized
he
was
being
honoured
.
Instead
of
which
,
with
his
play
-
acting
and
lordly
airs
,
he
seemed
to
think
it
was
he
who
was
conferring
the
honour
.
Just
impudence
!
Poor
misguided
Connie
,
in
the
man
’
s
clutches
!
The
three
ate
in
silence
.
Hilda
looked
to
see
what
his
table
-
manners
were
like
.
She
could
not
help
realizing
that
he
was
instinctively
much
more
delicate
and
well
-
bred
than
herself
.
She
had
a
certain
Scottish
clumsiness
.
And
moreover
,
he
had
all
the
quiet
self
-
contained
assurance
of
the
English
,
no
loose
edges
.
It
would
be
very
difficult
to
get
the
better
of
him
.
But
neither
would
he
get
the
better
of
her
.
’
And
do
you
really
think
,
’
she
said
,
a
little
more
humanly
,
’
it
’
s
worth
the
risk
.
’
’
Is
what
worth
what
risk
?
’
’
This
escapade
with
my
sister
.
’
He
flickered
his
irritating
grin
.
