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I'm ashamed of my country in this matter I have been for a long time and I mean to help Barnes out, coûte que coûte! And as to the money, Barnes, you and I'll discuss that." Barnes lifted a face that quivered, and he and Boyson exchanged looks. Penrose glanced at the pair.
Some six weeks before this date Boyson had married in Philadelphia a girl coming from one of the old Quaker stocks of that town, in whose tender steadfastness of character a man inclined both by nature and experience to expect little from life had found a happiness that amazed him.
As she perceived Captain Boyson there was a quick, startled movement; she bent a moment over the staircase, as though to make sure of his identity, and then ran along the gallery to a room at the farther end. As she opened the door a damp cold air streamed upon her, and the thunder of the Falls, with which the hotel is perpetually filled, seemed to redouble.
The manager of the hotel came hurriedly out of the same door by which Daphne Floyd had emerged, and spoke to a waiter on the veranda, pointing in the direction she had taken. Boyson heard what was said, and came up. A short conversation passed between him and the manager. There was a moment's pause on Boyson's part; he still held French's letter in his hand.
As it gave way, the moonlight poured into the breaches that the wind made; the vast black-and-silver spectacle, the Falls, the gorge, the town opposite, the bridge, the clouds, began to appear in fragments, grandiose and fantastical. Daphne, presently, seeing that Boyson was slow to speak, raised her eyebrows and attempted a remark on the scene. Boyson interrupted her hurriedly. "I imagine, Mrs.
He remembered the foreign vivacity and dash, the wilful grace of her youth, and marvelled at her stiffened, pretentious air, her loss of charm. Instinctively the saint in him knew from the mere look of her that she had been feeding herself on egotisms and falsehoods, and his heart hardened. Daphne resumed: "If Captain Boyson has given you an account of our interview, Mr.
Miss Boyson posted me up in a lot of the people I have been seeing in New York. I am most awfully obliged to her," said Barnes. His manner was easy and forthcoming, the manner of one accustomed to feel himself welcome and considered. "I behaved like a walking 'Who's Who, only I was much more interesting, and didn't tell half as many lies," said the girl, in a high penetrating voice.
"Is that about the truth, Boyson? You know." "Yes, I endorse it," said the American gravely. His face, thin and tanned, had flushed while Barnes was speaking. "And you know what all their papers said of me what they wished people to believe that I wasn't fit to have charge of Beatty that I should have done her harm?" His eyes sparkled. He looked almost threateningly at the man whom he addressed.
She longed to answer and crush him, but her mind was a blank, her tongue refused its office. Surprise, resentment, wounded feeling made a tumult and darkness through which she could not find her way. She rose at last painfully from her seat. "This conversation must end," she said brokenly. "Captain Boyson, I appeal to you as a gentleman, let me go on alone."
There was in it the indefinable hardening and ageing which seemed to Boyson to have affected the whole personality. What had happened to her? As he looked at her in the dim light there rushed upon them both the memory of those three weeks by the seaside years before, when he had fallen in love with her, and she had first trifled with, and then repulsed him.
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