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Beneath the painted monster in green silk tights the dignified soldier whom she loved was eclipsed for ever. And then a thousand commonplace social realities arose and stood stonily in her path. And Lackaday well! I suppose he was faced with the same unscalable stone wall of convention. Lackaday's letters were brief, and, such as they were, full of Arbuthnot.
"Anthony " I could not help feeling that her repeated change of her term of reference to me, from the formal Captain Hylton to my Christian name, sprang from an instinctive desire to put herself on more intimate terms with Lackaday "Anthony," she said in her defiant way, "would have cried, if he could." Lackaday's features relaxed into his childlike smile.
And now, this summer morning, there she lay, all woman, insidiously, devilishly alluring woman, almost voluptuous in her self-confident abandonment to the fundamental conception of feminine existence. Lackaday's eyes rested on her admiringly. He did not reply to her remark, until she added in a bantering tone: "Tell me."
It was the restful England which the exiled and the war-weary used so often to conjure up in their dreams. "You mean a fool can be egged on to do great things and still remain a fool?" asked Lady Auriol lazily. Lackaday smiled or grinned it is all the same a weaver of fairy nothings could write a delicious thesis on the question; is Lackaday's smile a grin or is his grin a smile?
Lackaday's face I could not see, his back being turned to me; I saw Lady Auriol's eyes wide, full of earnest interest, and compassionate admiration. I had no idea that her eyes could melt to such softness. It was a revelation. No woman ever looked at a man like that, unless she was an accomplished syren, without some soul-betrayal.
Not until this last interview was she certain of his love. But then, although he said nothing, any fool of a woman could have seen it as clear as daylight. Andrew Lackaday's quaintly formulated idealizations had their foundations in fact. This is by the way.
I take it that you're very fully admitted into Andrew Lackaday's confidence." "To a great extent," I admitted. "And forgive me if I am impertinent you have also that of the lady whom we have just left?" "Really, my dear Bakkus " I began. "It is indeed a matter of some importance," he interposed quickly. "It concerns Madame Patou Elodie.
I had not thought indeed, I had had no time to think of the note from Bakkus which I had received the first thing in the morning, and of Lackaday's confirmation of the summons to the ailing Elodie. Women, said he, had nerves. The thunder, of course. But, thought I, with elderly sagacity, was it all thunder?
"But Colonel Lackaday has." She looked wide-eyed up into Lackaday's face. "Is that true?" I swear he blushed through his red sun-glaze. "Since Captain Hylton says so " She held out her hand with perfect manners and said: "I'm so glad. My congratulations." Then, before the bewildered Lackaday could reply, she tossed his hand to the winds.
I read Lackaday's letter again. There it was as clear as print. "So we proceed on our pilgrimage; we are booked for Clermont-Ferrand for the third week in August. I hate it because I hate it. But I'm looking forward to it because my now prosperous friend Bakkus has arranged to sing during my stay there, at the Casino of Royat."
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