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"None that she can not throw off at any time." Breitmann's mind was working strangely. "If she would have me I would marry her tomorrow," went on Cathewe, playing openly, "I would marry her to-morrow, priest or protestant, for her religion would be mine." There was a spark of admiration in Breitmann's eyes. This man Cathewe was out of the ordinary. Well, as for that, so was he himself.
That is why Pierre Picard was allowed to drink his soup in the forecastle mess. Breitmann continued on, oblivious to all things save his cogitations. He swung round the bridge. He believed that he and Cathewe could henceforth proceed on parallel lines, and there was much to be grateful for.
"Was he quite square?" "I am beginning to believe that he was something between a cad and a scoundrel." "Did you know that among her forebears on her mother's side was the Abbe Fanu, who left among other things the diagram of the chimney?" "So that was it?" Cathewe's jaws hardened. Fitzgerald understood. Poor old Cathewe! "Most women are fools!" said Cathewe, as if reading his friend's thought.
Where were his newspapers? There was a dignity to foreign work, even though in Europe the pay is small. There was trouble going on here and there, petty wars and political squabbles. Yes, where were his newspapers? Had he tried New York? If not, in that case, he Fitzgerald could be of some solid assistance. And Cathewe knew him, or had met him.
Cathewe laid a hand on his young friend's shoulder; there was a silent speech of knowledge and brotherhood in it such as Fitzgerald could not mistake. "That's the supposition," he admitted generously. "Well, money counts only when you buy horses and yachts and houses, it never really matters in anything else." "It is easy to say that." "It is also easy to learn that it is true."
Cathewe looked old. Fitzgerald hadn't noticed the change before; but it certainly was a fact that his face was thinner than when they put out to sea. Cathewe, his pipe still between his teeth, absently drew his shirt over his head. The pipe fell to the rug and he stamped out the coals, grumbling. "You'll set yourself afire one of these fine days," laughed Fitzgerald from his side of the room.
The simplest way would be to state that Cathewe had gone back to Ajaccio. The why and wherefore should be left to the imagination. But, oddly enough, no one asked a second question. They accepted Cathewe's defection without verbal comment. What they thought was of no immediate consequence. Fitzgerald was gloomy till that moment when Laura joined him. To her, of course, he explained the situation.
He waited for his guest, or, rather, this intruder, to break the silence. And as Cathewe did not speak at once, there was a tableau during which each was speculatively busy with the eyes. "The vicissitudes of time," said Cathewe, "have left no distinguishable marks upon you." Breitmann bowed. He remained standing. And Cathewe had no wish to sit. "I never expected to see you in this house."
Thus, Coldfield went because he was loyal to his friends; Laura, because she would not leave her father; Hildegarde, because to remain without knowing what was happening would have driven her mad; M. Ferraud, because it was a trick in the game; and Cathewe and Fitzgerald, because they loved hazard, because they were going with the women they loved.
"God knows!" "And you?" curiously. "I have no time to ask you to consider me," with a clear pride. "I do not wish to see you hurt. You are courting death, Karl, death." "Who cares?" "I care!" with a sob. The bitterness in his face died for a space. "Hildegarde, I'm not worth it. Forget me as some bad dream; for that is all I am or ever shall be. Marry Cathewe; I'm not blind.
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