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His square jaw was set when he turned it back toward Diane. "She isn't going to marry him if I can help it," he said quietly. He walked out of the gate and down the walk toward his hotel. A message was waiting for him there from his chief in Seattle. It called him down the river on business. Inside of an hour the news of the engagement of Macdonald was all over Kusiak.
He was used to driving himself through discomfort to his end, and he expected as much of his deputies. Wherefore Wally took the boat at the time scheduled and waved a dismal farewell to wife and friends assembled upon the wharf. Diane was very frank with him. "I hear you've been sleuthing around, Gordon, for facts about Colby Macdonald.
She had remarked in Derek during the past few weeks a manner of fighting shy of Diane at variance with his usual method with women. Safety in flight was the course he commonly adopted; but since Diane appeared on the scene, Lucilla had noticed that it was flight with a curious tendency to looking backward.
La Mothe was near the door, his spare figure erect, his look high. He alone carried no arms. I was a few feet from him, with Diane by my side. In this formation we left the meeting-room, and reached the hall, where the huge iron-studded door was already yielding to the battering from outside. "Throw open the door," La Mothe called out.
"So that is your answer!" she exclaimed, harshly. "And there is another woman! You shall never marry her never!" "You fiend!" The threat goaded Jack to fury, and he might have lost his self-control. But just then quick footsteps fell timely on his ear. "Get behind that screen, or go into the next room," he muttered. "No; it won't matter it must be Nevill." Diane held her ground.
The child of the "foreign dancing-woman" the being for whose existence Hugh's mad passion for Diane had been responsible had on her own confession worked precisely such harm in the world as she, Catherine, had foreseen.
The Duc and Duchesse de Polignac, their daughter, the Duchesse de Guiche, the Comtesse Diane de Polignac, sister of the Duke, and the Abbe de Baliviere, also emigrated on the same night. Nothing could be more affecting than the parting of the Queen and her friend; extreme misfortune had banished from their minds the recollection of differences to which political opinions alone had given rise.
To Carl its message was as capricious as the wind a moon-mad chameleon changing its color with the fickle light. And in the bottle to-night lay a fierce, unreasoning resentment against Diane. "Fool!" said Carl. "One mad, eloquent lie of love and she would have softened. Women are all like that.
Then the wine of life rushed through his veins, and all darkness was gone. "Diane, Diane!" he cried, springing toward her. "Yes, yes; always call me that! Never call me Gabrielle!" "And Victor?" Her hands were against his breast and she was pushing him back. "Oh, it is true that I loved him, as a woman would love a brave and gallant brother."
The young married people had been very much in love with each other, but not too preoccupied to take the college boy into their happiness as a comrade. Diane always had been a manager, and she liked playing older sister to so nice a lad. He had been on a footing friendly enough to drop in unannounced whenever he took the fancy.
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