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He possessed a very useful gift rarely given to men the gift of intuition. It was dangerous to think when the eyes of the Vicomte d'Audierne were upon one's face. He had a knack of knowing one's thoughts before they were even formulated. He looked grave almost distressed on this occasion, because he knew something of which Hilda herself was ignorant.
"Yes," she replied, without looking round. "Is he the editor?" "Yes." The Vicomte d'Audierne turned the Times carelessly. "Ah!" he muttered, "the phylloxera has appeared again." For some time he appeared to be absorbed in this piece of news, then he spoke again. "I knew something of a man who writes for that newspaper the Beacon. I knew his father very well." "Yes." The Vicomte glanced at her.
She rose at length, and mechanically went to bed like one in a trance. In the same way she fell asleep. In the meantime Mr. Bodery, Sidney Carew, and the Vicomte d'Audierne were smoking in the little room at the side of the porch. A single lamp with a red shade hung from the ceiling in the centre of this room, hardly giving enough light to read by.
"Has it ever occurred to you, little girl," said the Vicomte d'Audierne suddenly, "to doubt the wisdom of the Creator's arrangements for our comfort, or otherwise, here below?" "I suppose not," he went on, without waiting for an answer, which she remembered as an old trick of his. "You are a woman it is different for you." The girl said nothing.
"Been telegraphed for," he shouted, "by the people at the office. Government is taking it up. Just time to catch the train." And the editor of the Beacon disappeared in a cloud of dust. The Vicomte d'Audierne was thus left in full possession of the field.
That old man is at the bottom of it. This Vicomte d'Audierne, what do you know of him?" "Personally?" "Yes." "He is an old friend of my father's. In fact, he is a friend of the family. He calls the girls by their Christian names, as you have heard to-night." "Yes; I noticed that. And he came here to-day merely on a friendly visit?" "That is all.
Bodery when the door was thrown open, and a servant announced M. d'Audierne. He who entered immediately afterwards with an almost indecent haste was of middle height, with a certain intrepid carriage of the head which appeals to such as take pleasure in the strength and endurance of men.
The tobacconist mopped his head breathlessly. "Go," said the other, "and get a mattress. Bring it and lay it on this table. My brother is wounded. He has been hit." Jacquetot rose laboriously from his seat. He knew now that this was not the Vicomte d'Audierne. This man's method was quite different. He spoke with a quiet air of command, not doubting that his orders would be obeyed.
"I do not imagine, little girl," replied d'Audierne, "that you could learn very much that is good from me." Hilda gave a non-committing little laugh, and led the way through the nut-trees towards the house. The Vicomte d'Audierne followed, and Signor Bruno came last. When they emerged upon the lawn in view of Mrs. Carew and Mr.
I have had to resort to strong measures." "Where?" inquired the Vicomte d'Audierne, with that pleasant nonchalance which is so aggravating to the People. "In the village, any time after nine; a yellow cottage near the well." "Good!" And they joined Hilda Carew. It is only when our feelings are imaginary that we analyse them.
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