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Crayford was now at Divonne-les-Bains, but had invited Lake to join him in a motor tour as soon as his "cure" by no means a severe one was over. "That tour, Mrs. Charmian, as I'm a living man with good prospects, will end on the quay at Marseilles, and start again on the quay at Algiers.
And it seemed to her that, unseen, they had circled the Isle in the far-off Algerian garden where she first spoke of her love and desire for Claude, that they had ever since been attending upon her life. Had they not muttered about the white house that held the worker? Had they not stared at the one who sat waiting by the fountain? Had they not seen the arrival of Jacob Crayford?
In the meantime here are some refreshments for the passengers. The ship is in a state of confusion; the ladies will eat their luncheon more comfortably here." Hearing this, Mrs. Crayford took her opportunity of silencing Clara next. "Come, my dear," she said. "Let us lay the cloth before the gentlemen come in."
There must have been plenty of quarrels among the men, all shut up together, and all weary of each other's company, no doubt." "Plenty of quarrels!" Crayford repeated; "and every one of them made up again." "And every one of them made up again," Mrs. Crayford reiterated, in her turn. "There! a plainer answer than that you can't wish to have. Now are you satisfied? Mr.
Under six, 'Stay. Over six, 'Go." Captain Helding cast the dice; the top of the cask serving for a table. He threw seven. "Go," said Crayford. "I congratulate you, sir. Now for my own chance." He cast the dice in his turn. Three! "Stay! Ah, well! well! if I can do my duty, and be of use to others, what does it matter whether I go or stay?
His anger vanished in an abrupt fit of laughter, but he started for the studio in half an hour looking decidedly grim. When he had gone Charmian picked up the torn cuttings which were lying on the carpet. She had been very slow in finishing breakfast that day. Since her meeting with Jacob Crayford her mind had run perpetually on opera.
Everything was satisfactory. Jacob Crayford had been right. The opera was ready for production and was "going" without a hitch. The elaborate scenic effects were working perfectly. Miss Mardon had never been more admirable, more completely mistress of her art. Nor had she ever looked more wonderful. Alston Lake's success was assured. His voice filled the great house without difficulty.
He neither spoke, nor offered his hand to anybody: he was the one person present who seemed to be perfectly indifferent to the fate in store for him. This was the man whom his brother officers had nicknamed the Bear of the Expedition. In other words Richard Wardour. Crayford advanced to welcome Captain Helding.
"It is fear which saps the will, fear which disintegrates, fear which calls to failure." She was able to say that to herself and to cast fear away. And her mind repeated the words she had often heard Crayford utter, "It's up to us now to bring the thing off and we've just got to bring it off!" "No, no, I tell you! They're too much on one side of the scene still!
Crayford made them his excuse for abruptly leaving the cabin in which the conversation had taken place. His brother officers, profiting by his example, pleaded their duties on deck, and followed him out. On the next day, and the next, the tempest still raged and the passengers were not able to leave their state-rooms.
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