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I wonder whether I shall find Cartoner out of bed?" He walked on in a leisurely way, brushing past Jew and Gentile, gay Cossack officers, and that dull Polish peasant who has assuredly lived through greater persecution than any other class of men. He turned to the right up a broad street and then to the left into a narrower, quieter thoroughfare, called the Jasna.
After a few moments there was the sound of rusted bolts being slowly withdrawn, and at the right moment Cartoner touched the horse with his whip, so that it started forward against the door and thrust it open, despite the efforts of the gate-keeper, who staggered back into the dimly lighted yard. Cartoner looked quickly round him.
"Is there another in the room?" inquired Deulin, looking around him with some interest. "Over there, with the fair hair, dressed in black." "Ah! talking to Cartoner. Yes. Do you think her beautiful?" "I think she is perfectly lovely. But somehow she does not look like one of us, does she?" And Miss Cahere lowered her voice in a rather youthful and inexperienced way.
He completed the introduction with an old-fashioned and ceremonious wave of the hand. Miss Cahere smiled rather shyly on Cartoner, and it was his eyes that turned away first. "You have not been down to meals," he said, in his gentle, abrupt way. "No; but I hope to come now. Are there many people? Have you friends on board?" "There are very few ladies. I know none of them."
You have a certain right to know; because in a sense you brought it all about, and it concerns the safety of your father and Martin. So I took it upon myself to tell you. I was not instructed to do so by Cartoner. I have no message of politeness to give to any one in Warsaw. Cartoner merely saw that it was his duty to go, and to go at once; so he went at once.
Cartoner reflected for a moment, looking gravely the while at this girl, who seemed to know so much of life and to have such singularly clear and decisive views upon it. "What would you have them do beyond going on when required and stopping when expedient and avoiding collisions?" he inquired.
Like her father and her brother, there was a suggestion of endurance in her being, such as is often found in slightly made persons. "I came as early as I could," said Cartoner, and, as he spoke, the clock struck. The princess smiled as she shook hands, and then perceived that she had not been intended to show amusement. Cartoner had merely made a rather naive statement in his low monotone.
There was an odd pause, during which Wanda seemed to reflect. She was at the parting of the ways. Even Deulin had nothing to say. He could not point out the path. Perhaps Cartoner had already done so by his own life, without any words at all. "I shall go to Warsaw to-night," she said at last to Lady Orlay, "if you will not think me wanting in manners. Believe me, I do not lack gratitude.
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.
"Yes, thank you," replied Cartoner, lightly. He seemed, too, to be gay this morning. "Don't thank me thank the gods," replied Deulin, with a sudden gravity. "Well," said Cartoner presently, without ceasing to write, "what do you want?" Deulin glanced at his friend with a gleam of suspicion. "What do I want?" he inquired, innocently. "Yes. You want something. I always know when you want something.
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