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"Who is not a liar and a scoundrel?" "I speak of Lord Beauvayse," says the Reverend Julius Fraithorn in the high-pitched voice that shakes with rage. "He is a married man, Saxham; I have incontrovertible testimony to prove it. He gave his name to the woman who was his mistress a week before he sailed for Cape Town. He " There is a strange rattling noise in the throat of the man who listens.
He was attended by his junior aide, Lieutenant Lord Beauvayse. We also saw Lady Hannah Wrynche with her distinguished husband, Captain Bingham Wrynche, Royal Bay Dragoons, Acting Senior Aide," etc., etc.
He drew back, shocked into silence by the sudden, dreadful change in her. Her eyes, curiously dulled and faded, looked at Beauvayse as though they saw not him, but another man, through him and behind him.
A V-shaped vein swells and darkens between the handsome grey-green eyes and on the broad forehead, white as a girl's where the sun-tan leaves off. Beauvayse takes his cigar again from his mouth, and knocks the ash off deliberately before he responds: "Thanks for the advice." "Be warned," says Captain Bingo sententiously, "by me. Know when you're well off, as I didn't.
"You know one gets a bit clairvoyant when one is mad about a woman," says Beauvayse, lifting his shamed wet eyes and haggard young face from the pillow of his folded arms. "Well, I'm dead certain that there is another man who who is as badly hit as me." "Who is the other man?" "Saxham!" "The Doctor! Shouldn't have supposed a fellow of that type would be susceptible now," says Bingo.
"What had the dirty little bounder got to say?" asked Beauvayse, stiffening in disgust, "about a man he isn't fit to black the boots of?" "Nothing special nice. Said Saxham had lost his London connection through getting involved in a mess with a woman," says the big Dragoon. "Don't we all get into messes of that kind? What more?" demands Beauvayse.
"I'd prefer to call it a blessed queer one, because, with all its chaotic, weltering incongruities there's a Carlyleism for you I love it! I couldn't live without loving it and laughing at it, any more than Beauvayse could get on minus an affair of the heart. Ah, yes, that amatory lyre of his is an uncommonly adaptable instrument.
I promise not to keep you long." Beauvayse and Lady Hannah's Captain Bingo, relieved from lookout duty, and descending in quest of food from the Chief's particular eyrie on the roof of Nixey's Hotel, heard shrieks of infant laughter coming from the coffee-room.
"It never does take long, by Gad!" agrees Captain Bingo with fervour, "to do any of the things that can't be undone again." "Undone ...!" Beauvayse sits up suddenly and turns his miserable, beautiful, defiant eyes full on the large, perturbed face of his listener. "Wrynche, Wrynche! I've felt I'd gladly give my soul to be able to undo it, ever since I first set eyes on Lynette Mildare!"
Of course I do, my dear chap! How can I help it? A married man who, for all he knows, may be a widower " "I wish to God I knew I was one!" "My good fellow?" "You heard what I said," Beauvayse flings over his shoulder. Captain Bingo, his hands upon his straddling knees, regards his junior with circular eyes staring out of a large, kind, rather foolish face of utter consternation.
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