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Can't you do something to help us; something to lift this constant state of dread and to remove this terrible danger from little Lord Chepstow's life?" "I'll try, Miss Lorne; but it is a most extraordinary case. Where is the boy now?" "At home, closely guarded. We appealed to Mr.
Her eyes met his, and in her face he saw a subtle contradiction of the meaning her form seemed eloquently to indicate. It was possible. Almost before he had time to say this to himself, Mrs. Chepstow's face had changed, suddenly accorded more definitely with her body. "What a clever woman!" the Doctor thought. With an almost sharp movement he sat forward in his chair, braced up, alert, vital.
Chepstow's head, was exquisite. The line of the features was not purely Greek, but it recalled things Greek, profiles in marble seen in calm museums. The outline of a thing can set a sensitive heart beating with the strange, the almost painful longing for an ideal life, with ideal surroundings, ideal loves, ideal realizations.
Chepstow's voice as she said the last words almost compelled a silence. For the first time since he had been with her that night Meyer Isaacson felt that perhaps he had caught a glimpse of her true self, had drawn near to the essential woman. The waiter brought their coffee, and Mrs. Chepstow added, with a little laugh: "Even a meal eaten alone is no pleasure to a woman.
I say, sir," agitatedly, "look wot's wrote on the envellup, will yer? And us always keepin' of it so dark." Cleek plucked the letter from his extended hand, glanced at it, and puckered up his lips; then, with a gesture, he sent Dollops back below stairs, and, returning to the room, closed the door behind him. "The enemy evidently knows all Lady Chepstow's movements, Mr. Narkom," he said.
Chepstow's sitting-room at the Savoy was decorated with pink and green in pale hues which suited well her present scheme of colour. In it there was a little rosewood piano. Upon that piano's music-desk, on the following day, stood a copy of Elgar's "Dream of Gerontius," open at the following words: "Proficiscere, anima Christiana, de hoc mundo! Go forth upon thy journey, Christian soul!
The depression, perhaps chiefly physical, which had lately been brooding over him, and which had become acute at the concert, deepened about him to-day, made him feel morally small. Mrs. Chepstow's cheerfulness seemed like height. For a moment in all ways she towered above him, and even her bodily height seemed like a mental triumph, or a triumph of her will over his.
Nigel made the mistake of judging Mrs. Chepstow's capacity by the measure of his own shrewdness, which in such a direction was not great. What seemed the inevitable procedure of such a woman to Nigel's amount of worldly cleverness, seemed the procedure to be avoided to Mrs. Chepstow's amount of the same blessing.
"One may ask of a friend things one would not dream of asking of a mere acquaintance, and so Mr. Cleek, this night of horror has been too much for me. I know now that I can no longer remain in this position in this dreadful city. I have already resigned my post, and will return to England, and if I am not too late for it make an effort to secure the post of governess to Lady Chepstow's little son.
But there are other women in London besides the average woman. There are brilliant women of Bohemia, there are clever women even belonging to society who "take their own way," and know precisely whom they choose, whoever interests or attracts them. And there are friends, faithful through changes, misfortunes, even disasters. Where were Mrs. Chepstow's? He did not dare to ask.
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