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As he spoke he was hurrying Cartoner along, ever quicker and quicker, with a haste that must have been unconscious, as it certainly was unnatural to one who found a thousand trifles to interest him in the streets whenever he walked there. Cartoner made no answer, and his companion expected none.
"Another one," muttered Lady Orlay, watching Mr. Mangles depart. And her brief reverie was broken into by Reginald Cartoner. "You have come to say good-bye," she said to him. "Yes." "You are going away again?" "Yes." "And you will not tell me where you are going." "I cannot," answered Cartoner.
"Yes," answered Cartoner, watching his hands, for there was a sort of exultation in Kosmaroff's voice, as if fate had offered him a chance which he never expected. Cable came aft and stood beside Cartoner. "I want to go to sea this tide," he said. "Where is the other man?" "The other man is Prince Martin Bukaty," was the answer. "Help me to lift him on board."
Cartoner a short time ago. Has he gone?" "I fancy he has," was the reply. "He did not see us. And we quite forgot to tell him the number of our box. I only hope he was not offended. We saw a great deal of him on board. We crossed the Atlantic in the same ship, you know." "Indeed!" "Yes. And one becomes so intimate on a voyage. It is quite ridiculous."
"Look a man in the eyes when you tell him a lie," Deulin had once said to Cartoner, "but not a woman." "It came to Martin's knowledge by chance, and he says that " Wanda paused, drew in her lips, and looked round the room in an odd, hurried way "that it is not safe for Mr. Cartoner to remain any longer in Warsaw, or even in Poland. Mr. Cartoner was very kind to us in London. We all like him.
"Yes," he said. "I have known you a good many years, and have gathered that that is your way of looking at things. You want your wife to be in love with you. Odd! I suppose it is English. Well, I don't know if there is any harm done, but I certainly had a queer sensation when I saw Miss Cahere suddenly this morning. You think her a nice girl?" "Very nice," replied Cartoner, gravely.
"Martin and I are going for a tramp," she said. "We like to get away from the noise and the dust and the uniforms." But Martin sat down beside her and made room for Cartoner. "We attract less attention than if we stand," he explained. And Cartoner took the seat offered.
Truth is, I'm afraid it's something to do with this news from St. Petersburg. And I don't take any bombmen on board my ship, and that's flat." "I think I can assure you on that point," said Cartoner. "Nobody who had to do with the assassination of the Czar is likely to be in Dantzic. But I do not know whom you are to take on board here." "May be as you can guess," suggested the captain.
He turned and said something to them in Polish, which Cartoner did not catch. "You here!" he said. And there was a ring in the gay, rather light voice, which the Englishman had never heard there before. But he had heard it in other voices, and knew the meaning of it.
It is only men who have a whole row of hearts on a shelf, and, when one is broken, they take down another, made, perhaps, of ambition, or sport, or the love of a different sort of woman and, vogue la galere, they go on just as well as they did before." "And my accomplished aunt . . ." suggested Cartoner. "Would laugh at me, I know that.
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