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"You have been spending your time alone?" "No!" he answered, with scarcely a second's hesitation. "I have been once or twice to Beauleys." "To see your friend Henry Rochester, I suppose?" she asked. Saton's face darkened. "No!" he answered. "I would not move a step to see him. I hate him, and I think he knows it." "Who were the ladies of the party?" the woman asked. "Their names one by one, mind.
"Nowadays, all you women seem as though you can only be attracted by something freakish brains, or peculiar gifts of some sort." Lady Mary laughed lightly. "My dear Henry," she said, "you are not exactly a fool yourself, are you? And then you must remember this. Bertrand Saton's cleverness is the sort of cleverness which appeals to women.
A moment afterwards, hat in hand, he was standing before Pauline. "Has he come?" she asked, as he bent over her fingers. Saton's face clouded. "Yes!" he answered. "He came last night. To tell you the truth, he has just gone away in a temper. I do not know whether he will return to the house or not." "Why?" she asked quickly. Saton laughed to cover his annoyance.
Your friend outside will be tired of waiting." She rose to her feet, and he led her from the room. They walked down the field side by side, and Lois felt her knees trembling. She was white as a sheet, and once she was obliged to clutch his arm for support. As they neared the gate, they saw that Vandermere was talking to someone on horseback. Saton's face darkened as he recognised the tall figure.
I think that he is going to be an acquisition to the neighborhood, and I am going to study occultism." Rochester turned away with a barely concealed grimace. He went up to Lois, calmly usurping Saton's place. "My dear Lois," he said, as they fell behind a few paces, "so your latest young man has been charming everybody." "He is nice, isn't he?" she answered, turning to him a little impulsively.
Saton's face darkened. "It is he, I am sure," he said, "who is interfering in my concerns. Never mind, Lois, we will not talk about that, dear. Give me your hand. We are engaged, you know. You should be glad to have these few minutes with me." Her fingers which he clasped were like ice. He was puzzled at her attitude.
It appealed immensely to his sense of humor. Saton's appearance was in every respect irreproachable. His tie was perfectly tied, his collar of the latest shape. His general appearance was that of an exceedingly smart young man about town.
"Lady Mary Rochester of Beauleys," the other answered "got a town house, and a big country place down in Mechestershire." Something flashed for a moment in Saton's eyes, but he said nothing. His companion commenced to draw leisurely a sheet of paper from his breast coat pocket. He was fair and middle-aged, respectably dressed, and with the air of a prosperous city merchant.
I imagine that after all he has discovered the way to extract money from science." Pauline shrugged her shoulders. "Those are matters which do not concern me," she said "I might add, do not interest me. You are the only man I know who disputes Mr. Saton's position, and you are wrong. He is wonderfully, marvelously gifted." Rochester bowed slightly.
"Lady Penarvon is interested in orchids, and I am sure that Pauline would like to see the houses." "I am interested in everything belonging to this delightful place," she declared, rising. Lois frowned slightly. Saton's face remained inscrutable. In the general exodus Rochester found himself for a moment behind with his wife. "Did you encourage that young man to stay to tea?" he asked.
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