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"Patience," repeated Dawney's voice, "is one thing; patience where there is responsibility is another. I've not had a wink of sleep these last two nights." There was a faint, shrill swish of silk. "Is he so very ill?" Christian held her breath. The answer came at last. "Has he made his will? With this trouble in the side again, I tell you plainly, Mrs. Decie, there's little or no chance."
She struck him, indeed, as really scared; it was as if her mask of smile had become awry, and failed to cover her emotion; and he was puzzled, thinking, 'I wouldn't have believed she had it in her.... "It's not an easy business," he said; "I'll think it over." "Thank you!" murmured Mrs. Decie. "You are most kind." Passing the schoolroom, he looked in through the open door.
Miss Decié, to give her her proper name, gave the inspector a little time to decide what to do. "How can I ever sufficiently thank you?" she asked. "Really, I could not sleep all night for thinking about the horror of the thing and your brave action. It was splendid!" "Not at all," Field said modestly. "I am accustomed to danger.
"I cannot see what this has to do with Sir Charles Darryll," Violet Decié said slowly. "Pardon me, but it has a great deal to do with the case," Field replied. "If you knew all that I do you would not hesitate for a moment. If you care to write it down " The girl stopped in her restless walk; her eyes were heavy with tears. "I'll tell you," she said.
"Hum!" he muttered; it was as if the world were bent on being brutal to him. Mrs. Decie continued: "If I know anything of this young man, he will not come here again, after the words you have spoken. As for Christian you had better talk to Nicholas. I am going to lie down." Herr Paul nervously fingered the shirt-collar round his stout, short neck. "Nicholas! Certainly a good idea.
Decie: "Forgive me, I am obliged to go away. In a few days I shall hope to return, and finish the picture of your nieces." He sent Dominique for his hat. During the man's absence he was on the point of tearing up the card and going back into the house.
In the corridor, Dominique, carrying a dish of fruit, met the sisters; he informed them that Miss Naylor had retired to bed; that Herr Paul would not be home to dinner; his master was dining in his room; dinner would be served for Mrs. Decie and the two young ladies in a quarter of an hour: "And the fish is good to-night; little trouts! try them, Signorina!"
A familiar phrase had struck home to the old campaigner. One of the newcomers was saying something about rubies. There were ruby mines in Burmah, some of which had never been explored by white men. Sir Charles Darryll had been out there in his younger days and so had his friend, the Honourable Edward Decié.
"Papa!" she cried, "you have been cruel to Chris. The door is locked; I can hear her crying why have you been cruel?" Without waiting to be answered, she flew out again. Herr Paul seized his hair with both his hands: "Good! Very good! My own child, please! What next then?" Mrs. Decie rose from her chair languidly.
"He represents no school, he is one of that kind whose corpses make schools." "Ah!" murmured Mrs. Decie, "you are an American. That is so nice. Do sit down! My niece will soon be here." Greta came running back. "Will you come, please?" she said. "Chris is ready." Gulping down his coffee, the stranger included them all in a single bow, and followed her.
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