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Now it was on this same Christmas Eve that little Margot and her brother Dick and her cousins Ned and Sara, who were visiting at Margot's house, came in from making a snow man, with their clothes damp, their mittens dripping and their shoes and stockings wet through and through.
I'm glad we came, if it were only for the sake of making his acquaintance, for he is the grandest man I've ever known; but your scheme has failed, old girl." From Margot's expression it would appear that everything on earth had failed. Her face looked as white as the pillow against which she rested, and her eyes were tragic in her despairing sadness.
It had changed as his voice had now changed, and she saw that she was looking at the man who in those other days of stress and trial had posed as "Gaston Merode," brother to the fictitious "Countess de la Tour." "You!" she said in a bleak voice of desolation and fright. "Dear heaven, that horrible Margot's confederate, the King of the Apaches!" "Yes!" he rapped out.
What more natural, then, than while she must keep in hiding to make one visit to the beauty parlour to which so many society women went Margot's? It was there that she went on the day that she disappeared." We were hanging breathlessly now on the words of the girl as she untangled the sordid story. "And then?" prompted Kennedy. "Then came into play another arm of the System," she replied.
However, the steersman followed a perfectly direct course and, if he were still weak from his seizure, his movement showed no signs of it, so that Margot's fear for him was lost in the interest of their present adventure. She rhymed her own stroke to her uncle's and when he rested her paddle instantly stopped. "Halloo! Hal-l-oo!" he shouted, but as no answer came, said: "Now both together!"
I'll put the boys to bed, and give you a fine opportunity. Here they come, back from their walk. I must hurry, dear, and cut bread and butter. I'll carry down the hat, and put it on when Jack comes in." Aunt Margot's appearance at tea was hailed with a somewhat qualified approval.
Margot's face flushed with a tide of exasperation, and, sitting motionless, she uttered deeply: 'My uncle the printer hath a man will swear he saw ye walk with a fiend having horns and a tail. And indeed these things were believed among the Lutherans that flocked still to Margot's uncle's printing room. 'My uncle hath printed this, she muttered, and fumbled hotly in her bosom.
She was wan with fatigue, poor child, even after she lay, warm and cozy, in the great bed that had been her mother's. And the last thing she saw as she closed her eyes in the wavering candle light was Margot's fat and comfortable figure, trudging toward the fireplace to spread out her coat to dry
But Margot's tragic beauty, as presented by photographers, or as seen from a distance, loyally seated at the claimant's side, was as nothing to the dark splendour of her despair when the claimant was in his new-made grave.
Presently his eyes dropped, rose heavily once or twice, and rose no more. Margot's head burrowed more deeply into her cape. Deep regular snores sounded from the bush where Mr Elgood reposed. All three were fast asleep! The sun shone on them; the hum of a thousand insects rose from the grass; high in the air a lark trilled his triumphant song.
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