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Arranstoun had put the matter in train and soon she would be free. And, shrewd American that he was, he wondered why she should get so pale. The news did not appear to be such a very great pleasure to her after all! Her greatest concern seemed to be that he should arrange that there should be no notice of anything in the papers.
He was staring straight in front of him at the picture of Mary, Queen of Scots', landing it had been painted at about 1850, when romantic subjects of that sort were in vogue, and "the fellow in the blue doublet" was said, by the artist, to represent the celebrated Arranstoun of that time. The one who had killed a Moreton and stolen his wife. No doubt that is why his grandfather had bought it.
She argued very truly that if he were obliged to act, it would brace him up and be beneficial to him, even though at the moment he would much prefer to be alone. So now she made him drink the cocktail, and then she deliberately spoke of Sabine, wondering if she would be awfully surprised to see Michael, and if he would take her back with him to Arranstoun.
Arranstoun pushed a comfortable monster seat toward her, and said more sympathetically: "I am very sorry but where is home?" "She's American, of course, then," Michael said to himself, observing these, "and quite pretty if that smudge of grime was off her face."
A sobbing wind and a weeping rain beat round the walls of Arranstoun, and the great gray turrets and towers made a grim picture against the November sky, darkening toward late afternoon, as its master came through the postern gate and across the lawn to his private rooms. He had been tramping the moorland beyond the park without Binko or a gun, his thoughts too tempestuous to bear with even them.
They were both dining with parties, and nodded across the room, and then afterwards in the hall had a few words. "To-morrow I am going down to Héronac, Michael," Henry said. "Where do you intend to spend the festive season? Here, I suppose?" "Yes, it is as good as anywhere," Michael returned. "I felt I could not stand the whole thing at Arranstoun.
He would like just somehow to get Sabine to Arranstoun first then, if after that she still plainly showed that she loved Henry, he would make himself go ahead with the freedom scheme; but if he commenced actual proceedings now, by no possibility could she come to Arranstoun and this idea to get her to Arranstoun, began to be an obsession.
His solitary table was near theirs in the restaurant, and later he wrote to his friend, Michael Arranstoun, loitering at Ostende: The hotel is quite decent and after your long sojourn in the wilds, you will have an overdose of polo and expensive ladies and baccarat. You had much better join me here at the end of the week. There are two pretty women who would be quite your affair.
Arranstoun having agreed before the ceremony that this should be so and that she wanted to engage a good maid and go over to Paris as soon as possible, to see her friend the Princess Torniloni. She had decided in the train that her methods with all who opposed her must be as they used to be with Sister Jeanne a statement of her intentions, and then silence and no explanations.
"You and Sabine would never really have been happy together," she now told him. "You were much too subservient to her and let her order you about. She would have grown into a bully. Now, Mr. Arranstoun won't stand a scrap of nonsense, I am sure; he would make any woman obey him if necessary by using brute force!
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