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His mail letters were few and not bulky, as she knew from handling the contents of the Residency mail-bag. And he very rarely spoke of them all: less than ever of late. To her ardent nature it seemed inexplicable. Perhaps it was just part of his peculiar 'inwardness. She would have liked to feel sure, however.... Vinx would say it was none of her business. But Lance would be a help.
But his gift of speech overlaid a reticence deeper than that of the merely silent man; the kind she had lived with and understood. Once you got past their defences, you were unmistakably inside: Vinx, for instance. But with Roy she was aware of reserves within reserves, which made him the more interesting, but also the more distracting, when one felt entitled to know the lie of the land.
But she seemed shy of appearing at tiffin. So I said if she came out here afterwards, she would find you and me alone. She's looked happier and less fragile lately. Even Vinx admits the event has justified me. But of course it's simply an emergency plan a transition " "To what?" Roy challenged her with surprising emphasis. "That's my puzzle of puzzles. Perhaps you can help me solve it.
The more practical soul of Lance Desmond had already dropped back to earth, as a lark drops after pouring out its heart in the blue. In spite of concern for Roy, he was thinking again of his Sikhs. "I suppose one can take it," he remarked thoughtfully, "that Vinx and Mayne and that good old Moslem johnny know what they're talking about?" Roy smiled having jumped at the connection.
I speak with feeling; because I rushed forth untimely; and, in the full glare of afternoon sunshine, your rose-red city looked like nothing on earth but a fearful and wonderful collection of pink and white birthday cakes, set out for a giants' tea-party! It seemed almost a pity the giants had never come and eaten them up. Vinx said I was ribald.
Afterwards, all in a rush, came my inspiration. Some sort of secretarial work for me would sound fairly plausible. It struck me as flawless till I imparted it to Vinx and saw him tweak his left eyebrow. Of course he was convinced it 'wouldn't do'; Sir Lakshman ... my position ... and so on. I said I proposed to make it do and the eyebrow twitched worse than ever.
Besides, you couldn't be married twenty years to that Vinx and not widen out a bit. Of course I'm quite aware that widening out has its insidious dangers and limitation its heroic virtues Hush! Don't fly into a rage. You're not limited, old boy. You loved Lady Sinclair." "I adored her," Lance said very low; and his fingers strayed over the keys again. "But she was an accomplished fact.
After the still, deep waters of her beloved Vinx whose strain of remoteness had not been quite dispelled by marriage and the starlit mysteries of Arúna and the intriguing complexities of Roy, a breath of Lance would be tonic as a breeze from the Hills.
One hadn't arrived at the twentieth century, even. Except for a flourishing hospital, a few hideous modern interiors, and a Resident who was very good friends with Vinx one stepped straight back into the leisurely, colourful, frankly brutal life of the middle ages.
"You see the child came regularly to my purdah parties," she explained to Roy, who was impatient no longer, only absorbed. "Sometimes I had her alone for reading and music; and it was heart-breaking to see her wilting away before my eyes. So, at last, in desperation, I broke loose as Vinx politely puts it and asked searching questions, regardless of etiquette.
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