Quite a number of them had come to see her off—Mrs. Martin Fraser, Louie Denis, Mrs. Mackintosh, Maggie Crowder, and those silly girls, the Dorringtons; and actually Tom Craddock—very short, very fat, very breathless—a little bit of a bounder, perhaps, but a man who served her husband with a quite pathetic devotion. Yes, of course, _he’d_ come to say good-bye to James, so he didn’t count in quite the same way, but still it was nice of him.
“Oh! the papers! James, I _must_ have papers! Oh! thank you, Mr. Craddock. What? Oh, I think, perhaps, the _Lady’s Pictorial_ and the _Queen_—and oh! if you wouldn’t mind, the _Daily Mail_ and the _Mirror_, and—oh! James has the _Mail_, so perhaps the _Express_ would be better—and yes, just something for the girls—what do you say, Annie dear? The _Girl’s Realm_? Yes, please, the _Girl’s Realm_, Mr. Craddock, and the _Girl’s Own Paper_ for Isabel. Rather a lot, isn’t it, Louie, but it’s _such_ a long journey—hours and hours—and the girls get so restless.”
The ladies gathered in a little phalanx round the carriage window. They always felt this departure of Emmy Maradick’s; every year it was the same. Epsom wasn’t a bit the same place whilst she was away, and they really couldn’t see why she should go away at all. Epsom was at its very nicest in August, and that was the month of the year when she could be most useful. Everyone gave their tennis-parties then; and there were those charming little summer dances, and there was no garden in Epsom like the Maradicks’! Besides, they liked her for herself. Things always seemed to go so well when she was there, she had such a—what was the word?—a French phrase—_savoire-vivre_ or _savoir-faire_—yes, it really was a pity.
“We shall miss you, dear.” This from Mrs. Mackintosh.
“That’s sweet of you, Katie darling. And I shall miss all of you, ever so much. And a hotel’s never the same thing, is it? And the garden’s just beginning to look lovely. You’ll go in, once or twice, won’t you, Louie, and see that things are all right? Of course they ought to be; but you never can tell, with quite a new gardener, too. I think he’s steady enough—at least, he had excellent testimonials, and James heard from Mr. Templeton, where he was before, you know, that he was quite a reliable man; but you know what it is when one’s away, how everything seems to go——Oh! no, it’s all right, Mr. Craddock, I don’t think it’s going just yet. Sit down, Annie dear, and don’t lean against the door.”