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But at the corner of the deck-house a gust caught Miss Cahere, and held her there in a pretty attitude, with her two hands upraised to her hat, looking at him with frank and laughing eyes, and waiting for him to come to her assistance. The same gust of wind made the steamer lurch so that Cartoner had to grasp Miss Cahere's arm to save her from falling.
Deulin looked at him with an odd smile, but Cartoner was looking at the letter before him. "What I like about her is her quiet ways," suggested Deulin, tentatively. "Yes." Then they lapsed into silence, while Cartoner thought of his letter. Deulin, to judge from a couple of sharp sighs which caught him unawares, must have been thinking of Netty Cahere.
He did not speak as they moved slowly through the crowd. Nor did he explain to Wanda why he had reintroduced Miss Cahere. He stood watching the carriages after they had gone. "The gods forbid," he said, piously, to himself, "that I should attempt to interfere in the projects of Providence! But it is well that Wanda should know who are her friends and who her enemies.
"Is it a letter?" "It is a love-token," answered the Frenchman. "For Netty Cahere?" "No. For the woman that some poor fool supposed her to be." Lady Orlay touched the envelope with the toe of a slipper which was still neat and small, so that it fell into the glowing centre of the fire and was there consumed. "Perhaps you have assumed a great responsibility," she said.
She was accompanied by the fourth officer, a clean-built, clean-shaven young man, who lost his heart every time he crossed the Atlantic. He was speaking rather earnestly to Miss Cahere, who listened with an expression of puzzled protest on her pretty face. She had wondering blue eyes and a complexion of the most delicate pink and white which never altered.
Which was a long explanation, without much information in it. "Oh, I thought perhaps you were in the diplomatic service," said Miss Cahere, carelessly. For an instant Cartoner's eyes lost all their vagueness. Either Miss Cahere had hit the mark with her second shot, or else he was making a mental note of the fact that Mr.
He made this remark to Deulin and Cartoner, whom he met at the Cukiernia Lourse a large confectioner's shop and tea-house in the Cracow Faubourg which is the principal cafe in Warsaw. And he then and there had arranged that they should dine with him. "I always accept the good Mangles' invitations. Firstly, I am in love with Miss Cahere. Secondly, Julie P. Mangles amuses me consumedly.
"Look here," he said, bringing out a folded envelope and laying it on the cabin-table between them. "A dead man's wish. Get that to Miss Cahere. There is no message." Cartoner took up the envelope and put it in his pocket. "I shall not see her, but I will see that she gets it," he said. The dawn was in the sky before the Minnie swept out past the pier-head light of Neufahrwasser.
"I think," said Miss Cahere, in a lower voice she had a rather confidential manner "I think sailors are very nice, don't you? But . . . well, I suppose one ought not to say that, ought one?" "It depends what you were going to say." Miss Cahere laughed, and made no reply.
Mangles, left behind in his deck-chair, slowly sought his cigar-case. "There," said Miss Cahere, pointing out a sail on the distant horizon. "One can hardly see it now. When I first came on deck it was much nearer. That ship's officer pointed it out to me." Cartoner looked at the ship without much enthusiasm.
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