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I shouldn't wonder if Olga looks round this morning, and it'll disappoint her if there's nobody here." Piers was embarrassed. He had asked Olga to meet him, and wondered whether Miss Bonnicastle knew of it. But she spared him the necessity of any remark by speeding away at once, bidding him slam the door on the latch when he departed.
What would happen to Italy, I ask you?" His face conveyed so wonderfully the suggestion of ravenous hunger, that Miss Bonnicastle screamed with laughter. Piers did not laugh, and turned away for a moment. Soon after, there entered Olga Hannaford. Seeing the two men, she reddened and looked confused, but Miss Bonnicastle's noisy greeting relieved her.
When I have something more to tell we shall meet oh, I am sure we shall meet." "You are staying in England for some time?" said Olga, as if in ordinary conversation. "For a little time; I come, I go. I have, you know, my affairs, my business. How is your friend, the admirable artist, the charming Miss Bonnicastle?" "Oh, very well, always well."
She read the note only a few lines, and handed it to her friend, remarking: "He'd better come to-morrow." "Who's that?" asked Miss Bonnicastle. "Piers Otway." The poster artist glanced from one face to the other, with a smile. There had been much talk lately of Otway, who was about to begin business in London; his partner, Andre Moncharmont, remaining at Odessa.
She did not see how she would ever be able to repay him for his loss and she could remember nothing at all about the money Miss Bonnicastle had offered her. If Billy or Nick had taken it, they would give it to her, of course; but if not well, that was a small matter compared to the spiriting away of her grandfather and she must find him and hold him fast.
I wish he'd stayed to his house an' not come near the Lane." "No, no, mate, hate nobody, nobody. He meant it kind. He didn't know how kindness might hurt us, deary. He is Colonel Bonnicastle, who owned the ship I mastered, an' many another that sails the sea this day. He's got a lot to do with the 'Harbor' an' never dreamed how't we'd known about it long ago.
I shouldn't wonder if they make it up again." At this moment the woman in care of the house entered with the tea-tray. To give herself a countenance, Olga spoke of something indifferent, and when they were alone again, their talk avoided the personal matters which had so embarrassed both of them. Olga said presently that she was going to see her friend Miss Bonnicastle to-morrow.
It is all over now; I have, in your own words, 'put an end to it. We could have given no happiness to each other. Miss Bonnicastle will explain. Good-bye!" He went at once to Great Portland Street. Miss Bonnicastle knew nothing, but looked anxious when she had seen the note and heard its explanation. "We must wait till the morning," she said. "Don't worry. It's just what one might have expected."
Her walking-dress showed something of the influence of Miss Bonnicastle; it was more picturesque, more likely to draw the eye, than her costume of former days. She walked, too, with an air of liberty which marked her spiritual progress. Women glanced at her and looked away with a toss of the head or its more polite equivalent.
Tell me, tell me where he is. I've looked so long and I don't know where and please, please, please." For a moment nobody spoke; not even Colonel Bonnicastle, for it was he, indeed, though he silently motioned to a trustworthy man who had drawn near to take the dogs away; and who, in obedience, whistling imperatively, gathered their chains in his hands and led them back to their kennel.
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