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"No, I think not," replied Lady Cantourne, with a bright little absent smile. "Not just now." "Will you tell me if it does?" He had risen; for there were other great ladies on the ground to whom he must pay his old-fashioned respects. "Certainly," she answered, looking up at him. "I should deem it a favour," he continued.
Sir John was talking with a certain laboured lightness to Lady Cantourne, when that lady's niece came into the room. He was watching keenly. There was a certain amount of interest in the question of those two envelopes, as to which she would open first.
"I am sorry," he said, with one of the sudden relapses into old age that Lady Cantourne dreaded. "I may not have a chance of seeing him to thank him personally. A good servant is so rare nowadays. These modern democrats seem to think that it is a nobler thing to be a bad servant than a good one. As if we were not all servants!" He was thirsting for details.
Lady Cantourne kept silence, and presently she returned to her letters. Here judge if hell, with all its power to damn, Can add one curse to the foul thing I am There are some places in the world where a curse seems to brood in the atmosphere. Msala was one of these. Perhaps these places are accursed by the deeds that have been done there. Who can tell?
His face was eighty years old, and yet he smiled his keen society smile with the best of them. There was not a young man in the room of whom he was afraid, conversationally. "No, Lady Cantourne," he repeated. "Your charming niece is heartless. She will get on." Lady Cantourne smiled, and drew the glove further up her stout and motherly right arm. "She will get on," she admitted.
She had heard vaguely of Lady Cantourne as a society leader of the old school, but had no clue to this obviously intentional introduction. "You are wondering," said Lady Cantourne, when she had sent the explorer on his travels elsewhere in order that she might have his seat "you are wondering why I asked to know you." She looked into the girl's face with bright, searching eyes.
"If it did," he said, "I do not think the 'outside source' would get much satisfaction out of him." "Probably not; but I was not thinking of the 'outside source' or the outside effect. I was thinking of his feelings," replied Lady Cantourne rather sharply.
Perhaps in her heart despite all her contradictory arguments she knew that he was right. "I wonder," she said half-aloud, taking up the crescent again, "why he sent it to me?" Lady Cantourne, who was writing letters at a terrible rate, glanced sharply up. She was beginning to be aware of Millicent's unspoken fear of Sir John.
After that he remembered nothing until the butler, coming in with the lamp, said that Lady Cantourne was in the drawing-room. The man busied himself with the curtains, carefully avoiding a glance in his master's direction. No one had ever found Sir John asleep in a chair during the hours that other people watch, and this faithful old servant was not going to begin to do so now.
There was no doubt that this was the handsomest present she had received sent direct from the jeweller's shop with an uncompromising card inside the case. She never saw the irony of it; but Sir John had probably not expected that she would. He enjoyed it alone as he enjoyed or endured most things. Lady Cantourne examined it with some curiosity.
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