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As they spoke they left the little cottage by the back door, as Signor Bruno had proposed, through the little garden, and across some low-lying fields. Presently they parted, Signor Bruno turning to the left, while the Vicomte d'Audierne kept to the right. "We shall meet, I suppose," were the last words of the younger man, "in the Rue St. Gingolphe?" "Yes in the Rue St. Gingolphe."
The Vicomte d'Audierne gave a little smothered exclamation of rage, and raised his arms; but the Jesuit was too quick for him, and pinned him down upon the mattress. After a moment the doctor removed the handkerchief, and the Vicomte lay unconscious and motionless, his delicate lips drawn back in anger, so that the short white teeth gleamed dangerously.
There was, however, no cricket for Stanley Carew that morning. When they came within sight of the house Mrs. Carew emerged from an open window carrying several letters in her hand. She was not hurrying, but walking leisurely, reading a letter as she walked. "Just think, Hilda dear," she said, with as much surprise as she ever allowed herself. "I have had a letter from the Vicomte d'Audierne.
And yet she went on through dinner and until bedtime, acting this strange part without break, without fault a part which had never been rehearsed and never learnt: a part which was utterly artificial and yet totally without art, for it came naturally. And through it all she feared the Vicomte d'Audierne. Mr. Bodery counted for nothing.
He knew this Vicomte d'Audierne by reputation; he wished to hear more of him; and so he feigned ignorance listening. "What has he written about?" inquired Hilda. "To ask if he may come and see us. I suppose he means to come and stay." Vellacott looked what the French call "contraried." "When?" asked the girl. "On Monday week." And then Mrs. Carew turned to her other letters.
"You will do better not to ask me that question," he replied, "unless you mean to run for it as I do." The Vicomte d'Audierne looked at his companion in a curious way. "You had," he said, "at one time no rival as a man of action " Signor Bruno shrugged his shoulders. "I am a man of action still."
Then Molly offered the new-comer some tea, and the party broke up into groups. But the Vicomte's personality in some subtle manner pervaded the room. Mr. Bodery lapsed into monosyllables and felt ponderous. Monsieur d'Audierne had it in his power to make most men feel ponderous when the spirit moved him in that direction. As soon as tea was finally disposed of Mrs.
Sidney left the room again, and the Vicomte d'Audierne detected the quick, anxious glance directed by Hilda at his retreating form. A few minutes later young Carew rode away from the house in company with two men, while a fourth horseman followed closely.
For so old a man the pace at which Signor Bruno breasted the hill that lay before him was somewhat remarkable. The Vicomte d'Audierne, on the other hand, was evidently blessed with a greater leisure.
How old it makes one feel!" he exclaimed, turning to Mrs. Carew. The lady laughed. "You are not changed, at all events," she said. "Allow me to introduce Mr. Bodery the Vicomte d'Audierne." The two men bowed. "Much pleasure," said the Frenchman. Mr. Bodery bowed again in an insular manner, which just escaped awkwardness, and said nothing.
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