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It would be nice to have to-morrow clear for review. We're not tired. You leave us your notes and go to bed." Oscar's hand almost moved to cover and hold his precious property, for this instinct was the deepest in him. But it did not so move, because his intelligence controlled his instinct nearly, though not quite, always.
"Blind as I am," she said, "I see him again now!" "The bridegroom?" "Yes." "Oscar?" "No." "Who then?" "Oscar's brother. Nugent Dubourg." If I have not, I beg to mention it now. "What is there to laugh at?" she asked angrily. "I saw his hideous, discolored face I am never blind in my dreams! I felt his blue hand put the ring on my finger. Wait! The worst part of it is to come.
A man of your experience ought to know better." Conflicting emotions showed in Oscar's face, boyish despite his fifty years. This was the first time Jim had used the man to man tone with Ames. He cleared his throat and followed the Big Boss up the trail to the little adobe laboratory. The young cement engineer looked curiously at Jim's companion. "Mr. Field," said Jim, "this is Mr. Ames.
I had it from his own lips on our way here. He considers it very important that Lucilla should not be frightened at the moment when she tries her sight. Oscar's face is sure to startle her, if it is the first face she sees. Ask him yourself, Madame Pratolungo, if you don't believe me." "Of course I believe you!" I answered. "It is useless to dispute the surgeon's orders at such a time as this."
I believe in self-respect, but I don't see how it is going to be endangered by the admission of Oscar's friend to the Society." "Am I expected to associate on equal terms with a printer's devil?" "I can't answer for you. As for me, if he is a good fellow, I shall welcome him to our ranks. Some of our most eminent men have been apprenticed to the trade of printer.
When with both hands he tossed his long dark brown locks back from his forehead, and looked about with great shining expectant eyes, then instantly some new plan of comradeship darted into Oscar's busy brain; some new play in which Fani would be of use, either in the rôle of Artist, or Noble Bandit, or Tragedy-King.
It now being quite late, Mrs. Preston thought that further inquiries and answers concerning Oscar's visit had better be deferred till morning, and the family soon retired to their beds. The next day was Saturday. Oscar was off most of the day with his comrades, among whom he was quite a lion for the time.
One can only say that "Salome" confirmed Oscar's growing reputation for abnormal viciousness. It was in 1892 that some of Oscar's friends struck me for the first time as questionable, to say the best of them. I remember giving a little dinner to some men in rooms I had in Jermyn Street. I invited Oscar, and he brought a young friend with him.
Oscar's residence was a little Louis Quinze chateau buried in the trees; irregularly built, but charmingly picturesque. It had been left unaltered for a century at least, and everything, from the blackened mansard roofs with their rococo weather-cocks, to the bay windows with their tiny squares of glass and the fantastic escutcheon over the door, was in keeping.
The embroidered banner, which was to be a salient feature, was sure to be ready, since Oscar's aunt had undertaken it, which was quite a different thing from being dependent on Emma. Fani was to be the bearer.
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