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The Major was introduced, and Lady Loring returned to her guests. "I think we have met before, Major Hynd," said Stella. Her voice supplied the missing link in the Major's memory of events. Remembering how she had looked at Romayne on the deck of the steamboat, he began dimly to understand Miss Eyrecourt's otherwise incomprehensible anxiety to be of use to the General's family.
Switzer seemed so eager for it, and so sure about it, didn't he? And Romayne, too, seemed ready to fight. But then I always remember that military men and military nations are for ever talking war." "That is quite true, my dear," said his mother. "I too find it difficult to believe that war is possible in spite of what we have heard to-night.
"The first of the two physicians," Romayne proceeded, "declared my case to be entirely attributable to nervous derangement, and to be curable by purely medical means. I speak ignorantly; but, in plain English, that, I believe, was the substance of what he said?" "The substance of what he said," Lord Loring replied, "and the substance of his prescriptions which, I think, you afterward tore up?"
Two of the men present, who, to give them their due, were no cowards, locked the doors. "You don't go," they said, "till we see whether he recovers or not." Cold water, assisted by the landlady's smelling salts, brought the General to his senses after a while. He whispered something to one of his friends, who immediately turned to me. "The General challenges Mr. Romayne," he said.
I never hated any human being as I hated Romayne at that moment. "Damn him, he will come back!" There was my inmost feeling expressed in words. In the meantime, Mrs. Eyrecourt was satisfied. She dashed at the next subject as fluent and as confident as ever. "Now, Winterfield, it is surely plain to your mind that you must not see Stella again except when I am present to tie the tongue of scandal.
My reverend friend, it offers me an opportunity, in the future, of bringing Romayne and Winterfield together. Do you see the complications which may ensue? If I can put no other difficulty in Miss Eyrecourt's way, I think there is fruitful promise of a scandal of some kind arising out of the introduction to each other of those two men.
Romayne has not even read the letter that she addressed to him it has actually been returned to her by Father Benwell. Mrs. Eyrecourt writes, naturally enough, in a state of fury. Her one consolation, under this insulting treatment, is that her daughter knows nothing of the circumstances.
Moreover, the interval before Penrose called at the hotel might be usefully filled up by some wise words of advice, relating to the religious uses to which he might turn his intercourse with his employer. In the meanwhile, Romayne was not permitted to bring his visit to a conclusion without hospitable remonstrance on the part of Lady Loring.
She crossed the room to the piano. "You must be tired of playing, Adelaide," she said, putting her hand caressingly on Lady Loring's shoulder. "Will you sing, Stella?" She sighed, and turned away. "Not to-night," she answered. Romayne took his leave rather hurriedly. He seemed to be out of spirits and eager to get away. Lord Loring accompanied his guest to the door.
"This will be welcome news indeed," he said, "to Father Benwell." Even the name of Father Benwell now excites my distrust. "Is he in Paris too?" I inquired. I instantly thought of the boy. "Is Romayne in possession of his faculties?" I asked. "In complete possession." "While justice is in his power, has he done justice to his son?" Lord Loring looked a little confused.
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