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He could fit himself into any environment, interview a prime minister in the afternoon and take potluck that night with the anarchist who was planning to blow up the prime minister. Burlingame, an intimate, often exposed for Kitty's delectation the amazing and colourful facets of Cutty's diamond-brilliant mind. Cutty wrote authoritatively on famous gems and collected drums.
Minors; a bit of a dance; more minors; nothing really begun, nothing really finished sketches, with a melancholy note running through them all. While that pouring into his ears enchained his body it stirred recollections in Cutty's mind: The fair at Novgorod; the fiddling mountebanks; Russian. Perhaps the dealer's astonishment was greatest. An Englishman!
"Every so often," began Cutty, "I have to find listeners. Fact. I used to hate crowds, listeners; but those ten days in an open boat, a thousand miles from anywhere, made me gregarious. I'm always wanting company and hating to go to bed, which is bad business for a man of fifty-two." Cutty's ship had been torpedoed.
Torches and hobnailed boots!" Her fingers seemingly all thumbs, her heart swelling with misery and loneliness, wanting to go to him but fearing she would be misunderstood, Kitty scooped up the dazzling stones and poured them hastily into the tobacco pouch, which she thrust into Cutty's hands. What she had heard was not the cry of a disordered brain.
Third time, they smiled unembarrassedly. Mind you, they were both hanging upon Cutty's words; only their eyes were like little children at church, restless. It was spring. Without being exactly conscious of what he was doing, Hawksley began to dress Kitty that is, he visualized her in ball gowns, in sports, in furs. He put her on horses, in opera boxes, in limousines.
"Come with me," said Cutty, unsteadily. This was not the result of environment. Quiet courage of this order was race. No questions demanding if there wasn't some way round the inevitable. Cutty's heart glowed; the boy had walked into it, never to leave it. "I'm ready." It took a man to say that when the sequence was death.
That explains this will." "No. Why did you accept my suggestion to marry her?" "To make her comfortable without sidestepping the rules of convention." "No. Because you love her the way I do." Cutty's pipe slipped from his teeth. It did not often do that. He stamped out the embers and laid the pipe on the tray. "What makes you think I love her?" "What makes me tell you that I do?"
Presently the door opened the barest crack; then it was swung wide enough to admit the visitor. "Look!" he whispered, indicating Cutty's advertisement. The occupant of the room snatched the newspaper and carried it to a window. Will purchase the drums of jeopardy at top price. No questions asked. Address this office. Double C. "Very good. I might have missed it.
Still she could not rid herself of the feeling that alien hands had been rifling her belongings. Not Bernini, decidedly. Remembering Cutty's advice about opening the door with her foot against it, she peered out. No emissary of Bolshevisim here. A weary little messenger boy with a long box in his arms called her name. "Miz Conover?" "Yes."
Her own folly had opened the way. Of course she would never see him again. Why should she? Their lives were as far apart as the Volga and the Hudson. Bernini met her in the lobby. "I've got a cab for you, Miss Conover," he said as if nothing at all had happened. "Have you Cutty's address?" "Yes." "Then take me at once to a telegraph office. I have a very important message to send him."
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