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There was a quick sidelong glint in his eyes towards Aymer as he came to a stand near the sofa. "What particular results would you expect?" inquired Aymer, knowing the only plan to keep the enthusiast at bay was to humour him.
But I say," he added in a grumpy, husky voice, "is he always like that?" "Like what?" "On a sofa. Lying down." "Yes," said Christopher shortly. He had become almost as sensitive on that point as Aymer himself. "He must get a bit tired of it. Didn't he ever walk?" "Yes, of course. It was a shooting accident. Shut up, Sam, we all hate talking of it."
Madness, I call it, the river in March!" Christopher plunged into an account of their jaunt to which his companion listened in complete bewilderment, hardly recognising the simple pleasures of their holiday in their dress of finished detail and humour. "Is that a true account?" asked Aymer, catching the tail of a broad grin.
In this case, the express line of his duty would have been his vindication, and instead, perhaps of discountenance and blame, he would have had praise and honour from his superior. With these thoughts passing through his mind, some tacit apprehension. arose of a rebuke on the part of his commanding-officer; for this officer, notwithstanding his strictness, Sir Aymer loved as well as feared.
Perhaps the unknown warrior obtained at the same time a glance of Aymer de Valence and his armed followers at least each of them shouted "Who goes there?" the alarm of the times; and on the instant the deep answers of "St. George!" on the one side, and "The Douglas!" on the other, awakened the still echoes of the small and ruinous street, and the silent arches of the dilapidated church.
Peter spoke of their exodus from London, their sojourn in the country, told them anecdotes of big deals, and was, in his big, burly, shrewd way, amusing and less ruthlessly tactless than usual. He had long ago given up all hope of interesting Aymer in a financial career, but he nevertheless retained a curiously respectful belief in his cousin's mental powers.
"He yet lives," returned the officer; "but his wounds opening afresh, and the fatigues of his journey, have so exhausted him that Lord Aymer de Valence has granted the prayers of the countess, and we come to take you to receive his last blessing." A cry of anguish burst from the heart of Lady Helen, and falling into the arms of the prior, she found refuge from woe in a merciful insensibility.
Aston's kind, steady gaze, that invited one to open one's soul to it, the immediate impulse here was to pull down the blinds of one's individuality in hasty self-defence, and realise, even in doing it, that it was too late. "Aston," said Christopher, rather hastily, escaping to the tea-table. Peter Masters looked from him to Aymer with the same queer smile.
"Do you remember her, Christopher?" Christopher nodded. "Elizabeth Hibbault," went on Aymer slowly, "was extraordinarily beautiful, with the beauty of grace rather than of feature. She was as distinct from the rest of her clamorous family as a pearl from pebbles. She was an enthusiast, a dreamer, passionately sincere, passionately pitiful. She recognised truth as a water diviner finds water.
Patricia must be his, was his potentially, but he recognised she was not his for the asking. He would have to acquire the right to say to Cæsar, "I want to marry Mrs. Aston's sister." Aymer might easily make the way smooth for him, if he would. He had no reason then for believing he would oppose the idea.
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