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'You'll do nothing of the kind, you'll only make her worse. What you have to do is to be patient with her, and let her have peace. As for this affair of Lessingham's, I have a suspicion that it may not be all such plain sailing as she supposes. 'What do you mean? 'I mean nothing. I only wish you to understand that until you hear from me again you had better let matters slide.
He showed no other sign of comprehension, surprise, or resentment. 'Thank you. I am very well. Marjorie perceived that I meant more than met the eye, and that what I meant was meant unpleasantly. 'Come, let us be off. It is Mr Atherton to-night who is not well. She had just slipped her arm through Lessingham's when her father approached.
Lessingham's disclaimer was in quite the correct vein. "You must both come again very soon," their hostess concluded, as she shook hands. "I enjoyed our bridge immensely." The two men were already on their way to the door when a sudden idea seemed to occur to Captain Griffiths. He turned back. "By-the-by, Lady Cranston," he asked, "have you heard anything from your brother?"
He drank his coffee, but ate nothing; then again walked along the sea-front. Between nine and ten he turned into the upward road, and went with purpose towards Villa Sannazaro. Through it was Sunday, Cecily resolved to go and spend the afternoon with Miriam. She was restless, and could not take pleasure in Mrs. Lessingham's conversation.
"These lubbers of sea hands are all coming off first, and the line won't stand for more than another one or two," he added, dropping his voice. Then the thrill of those few minutes' excitement unrolled itself into a great drama before Lessingham's eyes. Sir Henry was on that ship as near as any man might wish to be to death.
Helen was feverishly clutching Philippa's hand. Lessingham's eyes were fixed upon the tortured face into which he gazed. There were no women like this in his own country. "Dear lady," he said, and for the first time his own voice shook, "I abandon my arguments. I beg you to act as you think best for your own future happiness.
"What kind of society do they live among?" he asked of Spence. "Tip-top people, I suppose?" "Not exactly what we understand by tip-top in England. Mrs. Lessingham's family connections are aristocratic, but she prefers the society of authors, artists that kind of thing." "Queer people for a young girl to make friends of, eh?" "Well, there's Mallard, for instance." "Ah, Mallard, to be sure." Mrs.
The conditions were both unusual and trying, the effect produced seemed all that could be desired, the change brought about in half a dozen seconds was quite remarkable. I began to be aware of a feeling of quasi-respect for Paul Lessingham's friend. His morals might be peculiar, and manners he might have none, but in this case, at any rate, the end seemed to have justified the means. He went on.
Rushing to him, I snatched his senseless body from the ground, and dragged it, staggeringly, towards the door which opened on to the yard. Flinging the door open, I got him into the open air. As I did so, I found myself confronted by someone who stood outside. It was Lessingham's mysterious Egypto-Arabian friend, my morning's visitor.
A spirit of mischief possessed her. Lessingham's manner was baffling and yet provocative. For a moment the political possibilities of his presence faded away from her mind. She had an intense desire to break through his reserve. "Won't you tell me why you came?" "I could tell you more easily," he answered in a low tone, "why it will be the most miserable day of my life when I leave."
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