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"You know, and I know, how little I have ever done to deserve your goodness, to show my gratitude and and love for you. But if I ever come back I will prove to you " Braith could not answer, and did not try to. He sat and looked at the floor, the sad lines about his mouth deeply marked, his throat moving once or twice as he swallowed the lump of grief that kept rising.
This time Gethryn colored with surprise and pleasure. In all their long and close friendship Braith had never before given him any other encouragement than a cool, "Go ahead!" He continued: "Your curse thus far has been want of steady application, and moreover you're too easily scared. No matter what happens this time, no knocking under!" "Oh, I'm not going to knock under.
For Braith the nights and the days seemed to wind themselves in an endless chain about Rex's sickbed. But when March had come and gone Rex was out of danger, and Braith began to paint again on his belated picture. It was too late, now, for the Salon; but he wanted to finish it all the same. One day, early in April, he came back to Gethryn after an unusually long absence at his own studio.
He had not meant to tell them, dreading the fatigue of explanations, but by an impulse he held out his hand to them. "I say, you fellows, shake hands! I'm going off tomorrow." Their surprise having been more or less noisily and profusely expressed, Braith stepped decidedly in between them and his patient, satisfied their curiosity, and gently signified that it was time to go.
"Rex, will you join us at the Golden Pheasant for dinner?" was what he said, but his eyes added, "Don't let people see you look like that." "I I don't know," said Gethryn. "Yes, I think so," with an effort. "Come along, then!" said Braith to the others, and hurried them away. Rex sat still till they were out of sight, then he got up and turned into the Avenue de l'Observatoire.
"That door," observed Colette calmly, "will hold for ever." Braith examined the low iron structure, now trembling with the blows rained on it from without. West glanced anxiously at Colette, who displayed no agitation, and this comforted him. "I don't believe they will spend much time here," said Braith; "they only rummage in cellars for spirits, I imagine."
They set up a chorus of delighted yells at seeing Rex dressed and on the studio lounge. But Braith suppressed them promptly. "Don't you know any better than that?" he growled. "What did you come for, anyway? It's Rex's supper time." "We came, Papa," said Clifford, "to tell Rex that I have reformed. We wanted him to know it as soon as we did ourselves." "Ah! he's a changed man!
"But I'm saying, Dand" she came nearer him "I'm for the muirs. I must have a braith of air. If Clem was to be speiring for me, try and quaiet him, will ye no?" "What way?" said Dandie. "I ken but the ae way, and that's leein'. I'll say ye had a sair heed, if ye like." "But I havena," she objected. "I daursay no," he returned.
A man passed in the crowd, stopped, stared, and then hastily advanced toward Gethryn. "You?" said Rex, smiling and shaking hands. "Mr Clifford, this is Mr Bulfinch; Mr Braith," but Mr Bulfinch was already bowing to Braith and offering his hand, though with a curious diminution of his first beaming cordiality. Braith's constraint was even more marked. He had turned quite white.
Braith laughed at the whole performance, but secretly thought that a little of their spare energy and imagination might have been spent to advantage upon their artistic productions. Braith was doing splendidly.
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