He 's simply a grovelling cad -- that 's all . Nobody would sympathise much with the poor devil if his wife did run off with Cunningham . '' Meanwhile , Beatrice Longworth walked quickly down the shore road , her white skirt brushing over the crisp golden grasses by the way . In a sunny hollow among the sandhills she came upon Stephen Gordon , sprawled out luxuriously in the warm , sea-smelling grasses . The youth sprang to his feet at sight of her , and his big brown eyes kindled to a glow . Mrs. Longworth smiled to him . They had been great friends all summer . He was a lanky , overgrown lad of fifteen or sixteen , odd and shy and dreamy , scarcely possessing a speaking acquaintance with others at the hotel . But he and Mrs. Longworth had been congenial from their first meeting . In many ways , he was far older than his years , but there was a certain inerradicable boyishness about him to which her heart warmed . `` You are the very person I was just going in search of . I 've news to tell . Sit down . '' He spoke eagerly , patting the big gray boulder beside him with his slim , brown hand . For a moment Beatrice hesitated . She wanted to be alone just then . But his clever , homely face was so appealing that she yielded and sat down . Stephen flung himself down again contentedly in the grasses at her feet , pillowing his chin in his palms and looking up at her , adoringly . `` You are so beautiful , dear lady . I love to look at you .
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