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It 's milk beside the contempt of Dartrey's shrug. He thinks we're a dead people, if a people; "subsisting on our fat," as Colney says. 'I am not of opinion that we show it, observed Dudley. 'We don't, Victor agreed.
Tallente, for the first time in his life, was dining a few evenings later at Dartrey's house in Chelsea, and he looked forward with some curiosity to this opportunity of studying his chief under different auspices.
She sent Nesta to her room when they went upstairs to dress, unable to endure her presence after seeing her show a placid satisfaction at Dartrey's nod to the request for him to sleep in the house that night.
Nataly murmured to Colney: 'Is there anything of Dartrey's wife? 'Dead, he answered. 'When? 'Months back. I had it from Simeon. You didn't hear? She shook her head. Her ears buzzed. If he had it from Simeon Fenellan, Victor must have known it. Her duties of hostess were conducted with the official smile.
'Some time to-morrow, said he; and she forbore to beseech him. He stared, though mildly, at sight of her taking Dartrey's hand for the good-night and deliberately putting her lips to it. Was she a girl whose notion of rectifying one wrong thing done, was to do another? Nataly could merely observe.
Nor was she acutely impressionable to the features and the voice she loved. 'You know of Skepsey? she said. 'Ah, poor Skepsey! Victor frowned and heaved. 'One of us ought to stand beside him at the funeral. 'Colney or Fenellan? 'I will ask Mr. Durance. 'Do, my darling. 'Victor, you did not tell me of Dartrey's wife. 'There again! They all get released! Yes, Dartrey!
Nora had left Miller in the background and was standing by his side. "I heard Mr. Dartrey's last words," she said. "Can you refuse such an appeal in such a spot? You turn away to think, turn to the quietness of all these dreaming voices. Believe me, if there is a soul beneath them, it is the same soul which has inspired our creed.
Dartrey's temper of the caged lion dominated by his tamer, served as keynote for any amount of saddest colouring. He controlled the brute: but he held the contempt of danger, the love of strife, the passion for adventure; he had crossed the desert of human anguish. He of all men required a devoted mate, merited her.
A busy young person in pince-nez and a long overall, who announced herself as Miss Miall's secretary, was in the act of showing out James Miller as he rang the bell. "Any news?" the latter asked, after Tallente had found it impossible to avoid shaking hands. "I am waiting for Mr. Dartrey's return. No, there is no particular news that I know of."
Keep a straight eye on the primary motives of man, you'll own the English produce the material for proud verse; they're alive there! Dartrey's Demerara makes a pretty episode of the battle. I haven't seen it if it's possible to look on it: but I hear it is flexible, of a vulgar appearance in repose, Jove's lightning at one time, the thong of AEacus at another.
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