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Our interlocutor glanced from one to the other of us with a merry twinkle in his eye, as though Courtenay's innocent inquiry veiled the best joke he had heard for a long time. "A decent cigar!" said he. "Ha! ha! if I have not, then I don't know where else you should look for one, gentlemen. Allow me."
For the moment she feared that Courtenay's selfishness might have taken an unexpected turn, in which ambition had given way to the fancy of the hour; he might be going to sacrifice his Parliamentary career for a life of stupid lounging in momentarily attractive company. He quickly undeceived her. "She's got heaps of money." Molly gave a grunt of relief.
"I should like to accompany my friend Lascelles wherever he goes, if you have no objection, sir," was Courtenay's reply. "Well," said the admiral, rubbing his bald head in a manner which seemed to denote that he was somewhat perplexed, "I think you have chosen very well.
I asked, utterly astounded at this remarkable explanation of what I had considered to be an absolutely inexplicable phenomenon. He spoke again, quite calmly: "Until this man, to his dismay, found that poor Mrs. Courtenay's intellect was regaining its strength. They met beside the river, and, her brain suddenly regaining its balance, she discovered the ingenious fraud he was imposing upon her."
Through the tenor of the beautiful words there cut from time to time De Courtenay's voice, cool, contemptuous, a running fire of invective, now in French, now in English, and again in the Assiniboine tongue, which was familiar to the Nakonkirhirinons, they being friends with that tribe.
She would never understand how a woman who loved a man could send him voluntarily to his death, and her shallow mind did not contemplate the possibility of Courtenay's refusing to be swayed by any other consideration than that which his conscience told him was right.
And the cream of it is," said Comyn, "that her father gave me this himself, with a face a foot long, for me to sympathize. The little beast has strange bursts of confidence." "And stranger confidants," I ejaculated, thinking of the morning, and of Courtenay's letter, long ago. But the story had made my blood leap again with pride of her.
Let us climb the ladder of conquest. The steward will bring the tea-things. The chart-house is just splendid. It will provide a refuge when the Count becomes too pressing." There was a tightening of Elsie's lips to which Isobel paid no heed. The imminent protest was left unspoken, for Courtenay's voice came to them: "Please hold on by the rail.
I shall be ready for a square meal when I am able to come below not before." Christobal smiled. Though he was a brave man, he thought such persistent optimism was out of place. Nevertheless, he could emulate Courtenay's coolness. "Let me know when you are ready. I am an excellent cook," he said.
Courtenay's mysterious death," the inspector went on. "You will probably recollect, sir, a mystery down at Kew some little time ago. It was fully reported in the papers, and created considerable sensation an old gentleman was murdered under remarkable circumstances. Well, sir, the gentleman in question was Mrs. Courtenay's husband."
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