I 've been sulking in corners ever since I concluded you were not coming . How beautiful you are , Beatrice ! You 'll let an old friend say that much , wo n't you ? '' Beatrice laughed softly . She had forgotten for years that she was beautiful , but the sweet old knowledge had come back to her again . She could not help knowing that he spoke the simple truth , but she said mirthfully , `` You 've learned to flatter since the old days , have n't you ? Do n't you remember you used to tell me I was too thin to be pretty ? But I suppose a bit of blarney is a necessary ingredient in the composition of an M.P. '' He was still holding her hand . With a glance of dissatisfaction at the open parlour door , he drew her away to the little room at the end of the hall , which Mrs. Cunningham , for reasons known only to herself , called her library . `` Come in here with me , '' he said masterfully . `` I want to have a long talk with you before the other people get hold of you . '' When Beatrice got home from the party ten minutes before her brother and his wife , Margaret was sitting Turk fashion in the big armchair , with her eyes very wide open and owlish . `` You dear girlie , were you asleep ? '' asked Aunt Beatrice indulgently . Margaret nodded . `` Yes , and I 've let the fire go out . I hope you 're not cold . I must run before Aunt Bella gets here , or she 'll scold . Had a nice time ? '' `` Delightful .
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