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To the escalier! or you, Madame la Comtesse, to your box, and smooth out your crumpled domino; as for "La Pataude," she is going to dance tonight. Gethryn, with Yvonne clinging tightly to his arm, entered the great vestibule and passed through the railed lanes to the broad inclined aisle which led to the floor.
'What's the row? said the Bishop. 'What's Wilson been doing? 'Nothing, broke in that youth, who had wriggled free from Danvers's clutches. 'I haven't done a thing, Gethryn. These beasts lugged me out of the junior day-room without saying what for or anything. The Bishop began to look dangerous. This had all the outward aspect of a case of bullying.
"Ah, Elise! Bon jour!" he said, pleasantly. "Entrez donc!" "Merci, Monsieur Gethryn," smiled his visitor, a tall, well-shaped girl with dark eyes and red cheeks. "Ten minutes late," Elise, said Gethryn, laughing, "my time's worth a franc a minute; so prepare to pay up."
The girl stretched her limbs, and then, stepping down, trotted over to Gethryn. "What do you say?" he demanded, anxiously. Artists often pay more serious attention to the criticisms of their models than to those of a brother artist.
Hullo, who's that? I thought you had worked through the lot. Come in! A small form appeared in the doorway, carrying in its right hand a neatly-folded note. 'Monk told me to give you this, Gethryn. 'Half a second, said the Bishop, as the youth made for the door. 'There may be an answer. 'Monk said there wouldn't be one. 'Oh. No, it's all right. There isn't an answer. The door closed.
"Dead she is," said the Artist of the Mirror cheerfully, gathering up his pencils, which lay scattered on the steps of the pedestal. He leaned over the little heap of crumpled clothing. "Shot, I fancy," he muttered. Gethryn, feeling his strength returning and the circulation restored to his limbs, went over to the place where she lay. "Have you a flask?" he asked.
Gethryn rose restlessly and went over to another table where a man, young, but older than himself, sat, looking comfortable. "Braith," he began, trying to speak indifferently, "any news of my fate?" The other man finished his beer and then answered carelessly, "No." But catching sight of Gethryn's face he added, with a laugh: "Look here, Rex, you've got to stop this moping."
'Getting out for twenty-one and forty-eight! I see Gethryn got nine for thirty in the second innings. He seems to have been on the spot. I suppose the wicket suited him. 'If you can call it a wicket. Next time you specially select a pitch for the House to play on, I wish you'd hunt up something with some slight pretensions to decency. 'Why, what was wrong with the pitch?
He started up, and quickly rolling up the shades from the glass roof and pulling out his easel, began to squeeze tube after tube of color upon his palette. The parrot came down and tiptoed about the floor, peering into color boxes, pastel cases, and pots of black soap, with all the curiosity of a regulation studio bore. Steps echoed on the tiles outside. Gethryn opened the door quickly.
But before it could reach him, Wogan had intercepted the pass, and was off down the field, through the enemy's three-quarter line, with only the back in front of him, and with Norris in close attendance, followed by Gethryn. There is nothing like an intercepted pass for adding a dramatic touch to a close game.
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