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His face was blushing; he was quite angry and hurt at what seemed to him Sir Brian's hardness of heart. "Pardon me if I don't see the necessity," said Sir Brian. "I have no relationship with Mrs. Mason, and do not remember ever having seen her. Can I do anything for you, brother? Can I be useful to you in any way?
Mr Frettlby flushed a little when he saw Brian's eye fixed on him with such an enquiring gaze, and rose with an embarrassed laugh. "You are a pair of moon-struck lovers," he said, gaily, taking an arm of each, and leading them into the house "but you forget dinner will soon be ready." Moore, sweetest of bards, sings "Oh, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream."
Instantly the Scots broke into a chorus of recognition as Brian's gaze fell on them. Vere looked at him with an admiring laugh. "Sink me, but the man has eyes! Well, so much the better for the ladies, eh? Now that this is over, give the lad a rouse and send him back to his cell." He waved the Scots to begone, and rose cup in hand.
Old Gaffer Moon, full-faced and silver! Brian's world of spring had been the world of men and women; Kenny's world held Puck and Mab and Una. He called her Oonagh. If once he remembered with longing that Oonagh's jovial fairy husband, King Fionvarra, went to his revels on the back of a night-black steed with nostrils aflame, he dismissed it as disloyal.
They were shrouded in mystery. "You mean," said Garry after a while, "that you will tour vaguely off, seeking a farm on a hill, a wood, a river, a youngster in patches and Brian's trail of camp fires?" "Precisely," said Kenny with detestable confidence. "See, even you mark the clues with perfect logic." "A farm on a hill," exclaimed Garry, "is of course a clue with absolute individuality.
"What do people say about me and Richard, then?" he said. Hugo retreated a little. "If you don't know," he said, looking down miserably, "I can't tell you." Brian's eyes blazed with sudden wrath. "You have said too little or too much," he said. "I must know the rest. What is it that people say?" "Don't you know?" "No, I do not know. Out with it." "I can't tell you," said Hugo, biting his lips.
Its straightforward simplicity brought the tears to Brian's eyes. "It will be a fearful life for her now!" he exclaimed. "She will never be able to endure it. Father, now at last I may surely speak to her." He spoke very eagerly. Charles Osmond looked grave. "My dear old fellow, of course you must do as you think best," he replied, after a minute's pause; "but I doubt if it is wise just now."
She was deathly white, and had that weighed-down look which people wear when they have watched all night beside one who is hovering between life and death. She seemed to recover herself a little as her hand rested for a moment in Brian's. "He has been asking for you," she said. "Do go to him. The faintness has quite passed off, and they say inflammation has set in; he is in frightful pain."
"I'm not going to have you appear in Melbourne a pale, fond lover, as though I were treating you badly. Come, sir no," she continued, putting up her hand as he tried to kiss her, "business first, pleasure afterwards," and they went into the dining-room laughing. Mark Frettlby wandered down to the lawn-tennis ground, thinking of the look he had seen in Brian's eyes.
"Yes," he said, in a low tone, "it is the man I know." He thought that Dino was unconscious, but at the sound of his voice low though it was the patient opened his eyes, and fixed them upon Brian's face. Brian had said that his appearance would produce no agitation, but he was mistaken. A sudden change passed over that pale countenance.
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