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They think they hold me. They will cheat, and lie and swear falsely to the end that they may destroy me. But they shall have their pains for nothing." "Ay depend upon that," Rotherby mocked him. "Depend upon it to the gallows." Mr Caryll's curious eyes smiled upon his brother, but his lips were contemptuous.
"That is an overstatement," said Mr. Caryll. "Mistress Winthrop is no cast-off of mine." "Enough said!" snapped Rotherby. He had intended to say much, to do some mighty ranting. But before Mr. Caryll's cold half-bantering reduction of facts to their true values, he felt himself robbed of words. "You hang!" he ended shortly. "Ye're sure of that?" questioned Mr. Caryll.
Caryll's carriage, from which Leduc, Mr. Caryll's valet, was in the act of removing a portmantle. His mobile mouth fell into lines of satisfaction. Still mopping himself, he entered the inn, and, guided by the drone of voices, sauntered into the bar. At sight of Mr.
"Ye're welcome to all that ye can find," sneered Mr. Green, and turned to Mr. Caryll. "Let us have your shoes, sir." Mr. Caryll removed his shoes, in silence, and Mr. Green proceeded to examine them in a manner that provoked Mr. Caryll's profound admiration. He separated the lining from the Spanish leather, and probed slowly and carefully in the space between.
A great joy flashed into Mr. Caryll's in quick response; a joy in her she thought with ready vanity and a heightening admiration. "Will you make it yours, as it should be as it must ever be to lead and not to follow?" he cried, flattering incredibility trembling in his voice. "And why not, sir?" she demanded, now thoroughly aroused. "Why not, indeed since you are you?" quoth he.
Caryll's sideward movement brought him not only nearer his opponent, but entirely within his guard. It was seen by them all, and by none with such panic as Rotherby himself, that, as a consequence of his quasi-foul stroke, the viscount was thrown entirely at the mercy of his opponent thus at the very outset of the encounter, before their blades had so much as touched each other.
Greetings and minor courtesies disposed of, Sir Richard came straight to the affair which he had at heart. "Well? How speeds the matter?" Mr. Caryll's face became overcast. He sat down, a thought wearily. "So far as Lord Ostermore is concerned, it speeds as you would wish it. So far as I am concerned" he paused and sighed "I would that it sped not at all, or that I was out of it."
There's scarcely necessity for so much." Rotherby looked up sharply. The cool, self-possessed tone had an intimidating note. But Mr. Green laughed maliciously, as he continued to mop his still watering eyes. He was acquainted with Mr. Caryll's methods, and knew that, probably, the more at ease he seemed, the less at ease he was.
"I thought," was Rotherby's greeting, a note almost of irritation in his voice, "that the woman said you were from France." It was an odd welcome, but its oddness at the moment went unheeded. His swift scrutiny of his brother over, Mr. Caryll's glance passed on to become riveted upon the face of the lady at the table's head.
Caryll's object in this frankness which Mr. Green was not fool enough to believe sincere. "Ah," said Mr. Caryll. "That is more the man I know." He tapped his snuff-box, and in that moment memory rather than inspiration showed him the thing he needed. "Did ye ever see 'The Constant Couple, Mr. Green?" he inquired. "'The Constant Couple'?" echoed Mr.
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