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'You know I like to sit it gives such a chance to my bavardise. And just now I have time. 'You must remember I had almost finished, Lyon remarked. 'So you had. More's the pity. I should like you to begin again. 'My dear fellow, I shall have to begin again! said Oliver Lyon with a laugh, looking at Mrs. Capadose. She did not meet his eyes she had got up to ring for luncheon.
'What is it, darling, what the devil is it? he demanded. Lyon heard her answer. 'It's cruel oh, it's too cruel! 'Damn him damn him damn him! the Colonel repeated. 'It's all there it's all there! Mrs. Capadose went on. 'Hang it, what's all there? 'Everything there oughtn't to be everything he has seen it's too dreadful! 'Everything he has seen? Why, ain't I a good-looking fellow?
Capadose was in love with her husband; so that he wished more than ever that he had married her. 'She's very faithful, he found himself saying three minutes later to the lady on his right. He added that he meant Mrs. Capadose. 'Ah, you know her then? 'I knew her once upon a time when I was living abroad. 'Why then were you asking me about her husband? 'Precisely for that reason.
He didn't know whether the proprietors were sensitive; very often, as he had said to Colonel Capadose, people enjoyed the impeachment. What determined him to speak, with a certain sense of the risk, was the impression that the Colonel told queer stories. As he had his hand on the door he said to Arthur Ashmore, 'I hope I shan't meet any ghosts. 'Any ghosts?
His visitors were in the middle of the room; Mrs. Capadose clung to her husband, weeping, sobbing as if her heart would break. Her distress was horrible to Oliver Lyon but his astonishment was greater than his horror when he heard the Colonel respond to it by the words, vehemently uttered, 'Damn him, damn him, damn him! What in the world had happened? Why was she sobbing and whom was he damning?
This was not strange, for the Colonel was unmistakably formed to attract the sympathetic gaze of woman; but Lyon was slightly disappointed that she could let him look at her so long without giving him a glance. She was looking at Colonel Capadose as if she were in love with him a queer accident for the proudest, most reserved of women.
Lyon thought his story very striking, but he wanted to ask him whether he had not shammed a little not in relating it, but in keeping so quiet. He hesitated however, in time, to imply a doubt he was so impressed with the tone in which Colonel Capadose said that it was the turn of a hair that they hadn't buried him alive.
It interfered with his progress that the Colonel hunted all day, while he plied his brushes and chatted with Sir David; but a Sunday intervened and that partly made it up. Mrs. Capadose fortunately did not hunt, and when his work was over she was not inaccessible.
But of course I can't think him a dear. 'I don't care what you think him! said Mrs. Capadose, looking, it seemed to him, as she smiled, handsomer than he had ever seen her.
She was leaning forward a little; she remained in profile, apparently listening to some one on the other side of her. She was listening, but she was also looking, and after a moment Lyon followed the direction of her eyes. They rested upon the gentleman who had been described to him as Colonel Capadose rested, as it appeared to him, with a kind of habitual, visible complacency.
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