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She was not alone there, though she would much rather have been; two days after she left London her Uncle and Aunt had joined her. It was from Cramier they had received their invitation. He himself had not yet been down. Every night, having parted from Mrs.
She slept then. When she awoke once more, in daylight, smiling, Cramier was standing beside her chair. His face, all dark and bitter, had the sodden look of a man very tired. "So!" he said: "Sleeping this way doesn't spoil your dreams. Don't let me disturb them. I am just going back to Town."
Besides, Cramier, no doubt, was what most women would call good-looking; more taking to the eye than such a quiet fellow as young Lennan, whose features were rather anyhow, though pleasant enough, and with a nice smile the sort of young man one could not help liking, and who certainly would never hurt a fly!
On the contrary, believing that 'Woman in general' should be stainless to the world's eye, he was inclined to make allowance for any individual woman that he knew and loved. A suspicion he had always entertained, that Cramier was not by breeding 'quite the clean potato' may insensibly have influenced him just a little.
She seemed now to be trying to make him forget her strange behaviour; to be what she had been during that fortnight in the sunshine. But, suddenly, just moving her lips, she said: "Quick! When can we see each other? I will come to you to tea to-morrow," and, following her eyes, he saw the door opening, and Cramier coming in.
Cramier was perhaps fifteen years his senior, but taller, heavier, thicker. Chances, then, were pretty equal! "Won't you come in?" he said. "Thanks." The voice had in it the same mockery as on Sunday; and it shot through him that Cramier had thought to find his wife here. If so, he did not betray it by any crude look round.
He had but to close his eyes, and she was there. A ring at the bell, repeated several times, roused him at last to go to the door. His caller was Robert Cramier. And at sight of him, all Lennan's lethargy gave place to a steely feeling. What had brought him here? Had he been spying on his wife? The old longing for physical combat came over him.
But he made many the resolution to give her up; to be true to the ideal of service for no reward; to beseech her to leave Cramier and come to him and he made each many times. At Hyde Park Corner he got down, and went into the Park, thinking that to walk would help him.
Ercott went on: "And I saw Olive, when she thought I wasn't looking; it was just as if she'd taken off a mask. But Robert Cramier will never put up with it. He's in love with her still; I watched him. It's tragic, John." The Colonel let his hands fall from the hooks. "If I thought that," he said, "I'd do something." "If you could, it would not be tragic." The Colonel stared.
If I am right, you want something for it to tread on, don't you, to get your full effect?" Lennan touched the base of the clay. "The broken curve here" then, with sudden disgust at this fencing, was silent. What had the man come for? He must want something. And, as if answering, Cramier said: "To pass to another subject you see a good deal of my wife.
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