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"I thought of going down to Dominey to-morrow." She looked at him with a new thing in her eyes something of fear, something, too, of admiration. "But your wife?" "She is there, I believe," he said. "I cannot help it. I have been an exile from my home long enough." "Don't go," she begged suddenly. "Why not be brave and have her removed.
From the day she left until last night, so far as I can gather, nothing has been heard of this ghost, or beast, or whatever it is." "That do seem queer, surely," Middleton admitted. Dominey followed the tracks with his eyes to the wood and back again. "Middleton," he said, "I am learning something about spirits. It seems that they not only make tracks, but they require feeding.
I also, if you want to know, occupied my own bedchamber with results," Dominey added, throwing his head a little back, to display the scar on his throat, "altogether insignificant." "That's just your luck," the doctor declared. "You've no right to have gone there without seeing me; no right, after all that has passed, to have even approached your wife."
Dominey seemed suddenly to become possessed of a strange desire to thrust the whole subject away. He dismissed the old man kindly but a little abruptly, accompanying him to the corridor which led to the servants' quarters and talking all the time about the pheasants. When he returned, he found that his guest had emptied his second glass of brandy and was surreptitiously mopping his forehead.
Dominey asked. "No other way in which I can serve you?" "None," Terniloff answered sadly. "I am permitted to suffer no inconveniences. My departure is arranged for as though I were royalty. Yet believe me, my friend, every act of courtesy and generosity which I receive in these moments, bites into my heart. Farewell!" Dominey found a taxicab in Pall Mall and drove back to Berkeley Square.
"Middleton," he said, resting his hand upon the old man's shoulder, "here's your master come back again. Sir Everard was very pleased to hear that you were still here; and you, Loveybond." The old man grasped the hand which Dominey stretched out with both of his.
The weather had turned drier, the snow was crisp, and a little party of women from the Hall reached the guns before the beaters were through the wood. Caroline and Stephanie both took their places by Dominey's side. The former, however, after a few minutes passed on to Terniloff's stand. Stephanie and Dominey were alone for the first time since their stormy interview in the library.
"It's an old-fashioned way of looking at things now, isn't it?" Dominey relapsed into thoughtfulness. "I suppose so," he admitted. That night a storm rolled up from somewhere across that grey waste of waters, a storm heralded by a wind which came booming over the marshes, shaking the latticed windows of Dominey Place, shrieking and wailing amongst its chimneys and around its many corners.
Come to think of it," he went on, "the Domineys were never cowards. If you've got your courage back, send Mrs. Unthank away, sleep with your doors wide open. If a single night passes without Lady Dominey coming to your room with a knife in her hand, she will be cured in time of that mania at any rate. Dare you do that?" Dominey's hesitation was palpable, also his agitation.
His voice sounded, even to himself, harsh and strident. "You mistake, Princess. My name is not Leopold. I am Everard Dominey." "Oh, I know that you are very obstinate," she said softly, "very obstinate and very devoted to your marvellous country, but you have a soul, Leopold; you know that there are human duties as great as any your country ever imposed upon you.
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