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Bobby was suffering the pangs of jealousy, and at every fresh sally of the other he was watching Madame de Corantin's face to see its effect. No wonder, he thought, that Ramsey had few friends, and yet he could not help envying the caustic readiness of his tongue and the skill with which he had so quickly turned the situation to his advantage.
Ramsey did not move, and Bobby's heart sank within him at the prospect of leaving his rival in possession, but, as he took Madame de Corantin's hand, she held it an instant in hers, turning at the same time towards Ramsey.
"And the view of your department, Captain Clancey, is that it's useless for us to detain Mr. Froelich?" "Absolutely useless. I can swear to it. As I told you, I don't know him well, but I know all about him, and I am satisfied of his complete innocence, and that he is entirely unaware of Madame de Corantin's objects and activities." "Then what do you propose that we should do, Captain Clancey?"
"Anything more I can tell you?" "Oh no, thanks. Now let us talk about other things, but I must know this wonderful Mr. Ramsey. You will introduce him to me, won't you? Ah!" The reason for the exclamation was evident. Their table faced the entrance, and Madame de Corantin's seat enabled her to see every one who entered or left the restaurant.
Soon afterwards Ramsey became Fellowes' private secretary." "Ah!" The exclamation came through Madame de Corantin's closed lips almost like a sigh. "And Sir Archibald is a very important personage, I believe?" "Important! They say he runs the whole War Office." Madame de Corantin laughed. The sound of it rippled away joyously. It was infectious, and Bobby laughed too.
A waiter went towards him, and he began threading his way through the diners. Another instant, and he stood beside Madame de Corantin's chair. Under the compulsion of a will felt but not expressed in words, Bobby rose as he approached, and introduced him. "I hope you will allow me to join you after dinner?" Alistair Ramsey asked as he bowed.
Alistair Ramsey was standing in the doorway, waiting for the head waiter to show him to his table. His eyes were fixed upon Madame de Corantin's face. The look of astonishment Bobby had noticed before had given place to one of mingled surprise and curiosity. He had exchanged his uniform for evening dress, and wore a flower in his buttonhole.
No, he had not seen Monsieur Ramsey since he had gone upstairs half an hour ago; he supposed he had gone to bed. Had Ramsey gone to bed? The more Bobby turned it over in his mind the stronger his suspicions grew, and then came a moment of desperation he must know, he could not bear the suspense. His own room was two floors above that on which was Madame de Corantin's apartment.
In appearance he was elegant without being engaging, and one felt the spitefulness of the dark eyes beneath the abundant hair, and the hardness of his mouth showed itself even when he laughed. An onlooker could not have failed to contrast Madame de Corantin's two visitors, and an Englishman certainly would have done so to the disadvantage of Ramsey.
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