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"But I had no acquaintance with madame, and had only exchanged a word or two with you, when you were suddenly summoned to Paris by a telegram." Braith bowed. He remembered well the false dispatch that had drawn him out of the way. "Well, and when you left you told her you would be obliged to give up going to Cairo, and asked her to meet you in Vienna, whither you would have to go from Paris?"
And now you want to go away and get well, and come back presently and begin where you left off a year ago. Is that it?" "That is it. I shall never get well here, and I mean to get well if I can," he paused, and hesitated. "That was the only letter in my box this morning." Braith did not answer. "It is nearly two months now," continued Rex, in a low voice.
"Of course," said Braith; but it was not until they had reached the rue Serpente and had turned in the passage which led to West's cellar, that the latter cried: "Have you seen Jack Trent, to-day?" "No," replied Braith, looking troubled, "he was not at Ambulance Headquarters." "He stayed to take care of Sylvia, I suppose."
She said she was madly in love with me." Braith made a grimace of such disgust that Rex would have laughed, only he saw in time that it was self-disgust which made Braith's mouth look so set and hard. "I wanted to marry her. She wouldn't marry me. I was not rich, but what she said was: `One hates one's husband. When I say vulgar, I don't mean she had vulgar manners.
He only permitted one shake apiece, foiling all Clifford's rebellious attempts to dodge around him and embrace Gethryn. But Rex was lying back by this time, tired out, and he was glad when Braith closed the studio door. It flew open the next minute and an envelope came spinning across to Rex. "Letter in your box, Reggy good-bye, old chap!" said Clifford's voice.
This conduct so irritated the other that he determined to force an explanation of the matter which seemed so distasteful to his ungracious companion. He certainly thought he had his own reasons for resenting the sight of Braith upon a high horse, and he resumed the conversation with all the jaunty ease which the calling of newspaper correspondent is said to cultivate.
West grinned. "Are you millionaires, you two? Out with it." Braith, looking a little ashamed, began, "Oh, it's one of West's exploits," but was cut short by West, who said he would tell the story himself. "You see, before the siege, I had a letter of introduction to a 'type' here, a fat banker, German-American variety. You know the species, I see.
At twenty minutes after four two projectiles struck a house in the rue de Bac, and a moment later the first shell fell in the Latin Quarter. Braith was painting in bed when West came in very much scared. "I wish you would come down; our house has been knocked into a cocked hat, and I'm afraid that some of the pillagers may take it into their heads to pay us a visit to-night."
"I hope Mrs Braith found no difficulty in meeting you in Vienna?" "Madame was not my wife, and we did not meet in Vienna," said Braith shortly. Bulfinch began to stare, and to feel a little less at ease. "She told me that is, her courier came to me and " "Her courier? Mr Bulfinch, will you please explain what you are talking about?"
"Confound the cat!" he added, examining some red parallel lines which suddenly decorated the back of his hand. "She won't stand rubbing the wrong way," said Rex, smiling uneasily. "Like the rest of us," said Elliott. "More fool he who tries it," said Braith, and looked at Gethryn with an affectionate smile that made him turn redder than before.
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