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Some people drove in small victorias drawn by spirited, quick-trotting horses; others rode; others strolled up and down slowly by the edge of the sea. A gay brightness of sociable life made Buyukderer intimately merry as evening drew on. Instinctively Dion left the laughter and the voices behind him.
As he looked at the door the Russian maid, whom he had seen at Park Side, Knightsbridge, came from the inner room. "Madame hopes Monsieur will call to see her to-morrow before she starts to Buyukderer," she said, with her strong foreign accent. "Thank you," said Dion. As he went out the maid shut the bedroom door. Two days later Mrs.
Clarke had not allowed him to escape from the social ties which were so hateful to him. She had made him understand that he must go among her acquaintances now and then, that he must take a certain part in the summer life of Therapia and Buyukderer, that the trip to Brusa had been only a beginning. More than once he had tried to break away, but he had not succeeded in his effort.
He got up from the straw chair on which he was sitting, almost as if he meant to go away from her and from Buyukderer at once. "Dion, you mustn't go," she said inflexibly. "I can't let you. For if you go, you will never come back." "How do you know that?" "I do know it." They looked at each other across the fountain; his eyes fell at last almost guiltily before her steady glance.
There was a moment of silence; then, as Mrs. Clarke did not speak, but sat still wrapped in a haggard immobility, Lady Ingleton said: "When do you go to Buyukderer?" "I shall probably go next week. I've very tired of Pera." "You look tired." "I didn't mean physically. I'm never physically tired." "Extraordinary woman!" said Lady Ingleton, with a faint, unhumorous smile.
"I don't go out to Buyukderer till the middle of May," she said, "and I come back into town at the end of September." "You manage to stand Pera for some months every year?" said Dion, listening at first with difficulty, and because he was making a determined effort. "Yes. An Englishwoman even a woman like me can't live in Stamboul.
"I believe you would," he said. She continued looking at him, as if tranquilly waiting for something. "I'll I'll go back to Buyukderer," he said. In his contrition for the attack which he had made upon the honor of his wife at his mother's instigation, Beadon Clarke had given up all claims on his boy's time. Actually, though not legally, Mrs. Clarke had complete control over Jimmy.
When Dion got up to go she again alluded to his staying on at Buyukderer, with an "if" attached to the allusion, and her dark eyes, which looked like an Italian's, rested upon him with a soft, but very intelligent, scrutiny. He had an odd feeling that she had taken a liking to him, and yet that she did not wish him to stay on in Buyukderer. "I don't quite know what I am going to do," he said.
Sir Carey complained that it was bad diplomacy, but he was devoted to his wife, and even secretly loved her characteristic selfishness. "Let Dion Leith come and I'll cast my mantle over him for your sake, Cynthia. You are a remarkable woman." "Why?" But Lady Ingleton did not say why. There were immense reticences between her and Cynthia Clarke. Dion left Hughes's Hotel and went to Buyukderer.
"Les Inglesi tres forts, molto forte!" he observed, mixing French with Italian to show his linguistic accomplishments, "Moi tres fort aussi." Dion talked to the man. When he left the boat at the quay he said he would take it again on the morrow. The intention to go away from Buyukderer, to drown himself again in the uproar of Pera, was already fading out of his mind. Mrs.
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