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"I guessed it," Aynesworth answered. "You should be modern in your revenge and lend it to him." Wingrave smiled coldly. "I fancy," he said, "that Lumley Barrington will find my revenge modern enough. I may lend the money they need but it will be to Lady Ruth! I told her husband so a few minutes ago. I told him to send his wife to me. He has gone to tell her now!"
Simply he stood and looked, and looked, as though, by infinite perseverance, the very horizon itself might recede, and the thing for which he sought become revealed.... Aynesworth turned away at last, and there, not many yards behind, apparently watching them, stood the child. He waved his hand and advanced towards her. Her eyes were fixed upon Wingrave half fearfully.
He sits all day long smoking bad cigarettes and watching me. He makes clumsy attempts to enter into conversation with me. He is interested in us for some reason or other." Aynesworth nodded. "Shocking young bounder," he remarked. "I've noticed him myself." "Talk to him some time, and find out what he means by it," Wingrave said. "I don't want to find my biography in the American newspapers.
"Will you shake hands with me, Wingrave?" she asked timidly. He shook his head. "Forgive me," he said; "I may better my manners in America, but a present I cannot." She passed out of the room. Aynesworth followed, closing the door behind them. In the corridor she stumbled, and caught at his arm for support. "Don't speak to me," she gasped. "Take me where I can sit down."
"I am sorry," he continued, "that the idea does not appeal to you! I can understand that my presence may serve to recall a period which you and your husband would doubtless prefer to forget " "Stop!" A little staccato cry of pain; a cry which seemed to spring into life from a tortured heart, broke from her lips. Aynesworth heard it, and, at that moment, he hated his employer.
That," he added slowly, "is the story which the whole world read, and which most of it believes. Here, however, are a few corrections of my own, and a suggestion or two for you, Aynesworth, and those of you who like to consider yourselves truth seekers. First, then, Lady Ruth was a self-invited guest at White Lodge.
You understand what I want you to do?" "Perfectly," Aynesworth answered; "I still think, however, that much the wiser course would be to send an expert to the mine first." "Indeed!" Wingrave remarked politely. "That is all, I think. I shall expect to see you at luncheon time.
"Her ladyship will be quite half an hour before she can see you, sir," he said. "I will wait," Aynesworth answered, taking up a paper. The time passed slowly. At last, the door was opened. A woman, in a plain but exquisitely fitting black gown, entered.
If the money is not forthcoming, you know the alternative." "You mean to ruin me, then?" Nesbitt said slowly. "I mean to exact the payment of what is due to me," Wingrave said curtly. "If you cannot pay, it seems to me that I am the person to be pitied not you. Show Mr. Nesbitt out, Aynesworth." Nesbitt turned towards the door. He was very pale, but he walked steadily.
"Your father used to walk with you here, Juliet?" Aynesworth asked. "Always till the last few months when he got weaker and weaker," she answered. "Since then I come every day alone." "Don't you find it lonely?" he asked. She shook her head. "At first," she answered, "not now. It makes me unhappy. Would you like to go down on the beach and look for shells? I can find you some very pretty ones."
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