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The long dusk had become darkness before she heard the clatter of hoofs on the asphalt pavement, and she went down to the door to scold them for their delay. Sybil only laughed at her, and said it was all Mr. Carrington's fault: he had lost his way, and she had been forced to find it for him. Ten days more passed before their plan was carried into effect. April had come.
She turned and looked at my clock. "I must go now, I have been here ages." She began to put on her hat and cloak. When I had fastened the latter round her throat, I took both her hands in mine. "May I expect you to-morrow?" "To-morrow? Let me see. Well, I was going to the Carrington's to lunch. I promised to go, so I must; but I need not stay long.
But you'll have to pay cash." "Oh, yes, sir. Of course, sir," said the cook. "Do you know any one else who'd buy pheasants?" he said. "Well, there's Mr. Carrington's cook," said the cook slowly. "She has the management of the housekeeping money like I do. I think she might buy pheasants from you. Mr. Carrington's very partial to game." "Right," said the Terror. "And thank you for telling me."
"I have a letter or two to post," said he, "they are an excuse for a stroll. I want a breath of fresh air." He closed the glass door of the hotel behind him and stood for a moment on the pavement in the little circle of radiance thrown by the light of the hall. Mr. Carrington's leisurely movements undoubtedly played no small part in the unsuspecting confidence which he inspired.
All was quietly done; except for an occasional order from Carrington no word was spoken, and soon the unwieldy craft glided into the sluggish current and gathered way. Mr. Slosson, who clearly regarded his relation to the adventure as being of an official character, continued to stand at Carrington's elbow. "What have we, between here and the river?" inquired the latter.
As a matter of fact, she found very early in the evening, and continued to find thereafter, that the most engaging feature of Mr. Carrington's character was the interest he took in other people's business, so that the conversation very quickly strayed away from his own concerns and remained away. It was not that he showed any undue curiosity; far from it.
Douglas met his cousin with a quiet and courteous manner, in which there was no trace of unfriendly feeling: a manner that expressed so little of any feeling whatever as to be almost negative. It was not so, however, with Sir Reginald. He remembered Victor Carrington's advice as to the wisdom of a palpable estrangement between himself and his cousin, and he took good care to act upon that counsel.
There was the faintest possible significance in Carrington's tone as he said this. He had watched Madame Durski closely during dinner, and he had noted an excitement in her manner, a nervous vivacity, such as are generally inspired by something stronger than water. And yet this woman had taken little else than water during the dinner.
In ten minutes he had bolted a hasty lunch and at two o'clock was sitting in the car again. "To Stanesland Castle," he commanded. "And be as quick as you can." Mr. Carrington's interview with the laird of Stanesland began on much the same lines as his talk with Bisset.
One danger thus disposed of and I must say I think Reginald did it well he was very enthusiastic, he tells me, on the virtues of his uncle, and his inextinguishable regret for that benefactor of his youth." Miss Brewer's cold smile, and glittering, baleful eye, attracted Carrington's attention at this point. "That shocks you, does it, Miss Brewer?" he asked. "Shock me? Oh no!
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