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Miss Naylor, who had been rolling a pellet of bread, concealed it hastily. "They are always given a chance to repent I believe," she said. "For what they are about to receive," drawled Dawney. Mrs. Decie signalled with her fan: "We are trying to express the inexpressible shall we go into the garden?" All rose; Harz stood by the window, and in passing, Christian looked at him.
For he had made more than one discovery at the same time. In the first place he had found Miss Violet Decié, Sir Charles Darryll's ward, who proved at the same time to be the actress known as Adela Vane. But that was a minor discovery compared to the rest. Here was the girl who at one time had been engaged to Carl Sartoris, and who was supposed to be connected more or less with his misfortunes.
Christian pushed her plate away. Greta, flushing, said abruptly: "Doctor Edmund is not a decided character, I think. This afternoon he said: 'Shall I have some beer-yes, I shall no, I shall not'; then he ordered the beer, so, when it came, he gave it to the soldiers." Mrs. Decie turned her enigmatic smile from one girl to the other. When dinner was over they went into her room.
Can't he run! Go it, Greta!" At last Herr Paul caught Cousin Teresa, who, fattened against the wall, lost her head, and stood uttering tiny shrieks. Suddenly Mrs. Decie started playing The Blue Danube. Herr Paul dropped the handkerchief, twisted his moustache up fiercely, glared round the room, and seizing Greta by the waist, began dancing furiously, bobbing up and down like a cork in lumpy water.
Decie, thrusting her pale eyes close to it, murmured: "Charming!" Mr. Treffry took it in his forgers. "Rum little toad! Cost a pot of money, I expect!" He eyed Harz doubtfully. They went into the next room now, and Herr Paul, taking Greta's bandage, transferred it to his own eyes.
Beatrice asked. "That's the man. Though I cannot see how you came to know that. I met Sartoris before on business. He wanted me to sell him some rubbishy Ruby Mines concessions that Lord Edward Decié and myself procured years ago. I refused to take his money then; it did not seem fair. Besides I was in funds at the time." Beatrice could hardly refrain from smiling at the naïve confession.
My father is never wrong in these things. There is a fortune here for Sir Charles and also for Miss Decié. Let your father come out and say that he has been the victim of swindlers who had resolved to get his property from him. Let him call on my father, who to-morrow will give him a cheque for ten times the amount required to get him out of all his troubles. I can guarantee that."
'She wants to know whether I'm worth powder and shot, he thought. "You wish to paint my nieces?" Mrs. Decie said at last, leaning back on her settee. "I wish to have that honour," Harz answered with a bow. "And what sort of picture did you think of?" "That," said Harz, "is in the future. I couldn't tell you."
His prominent brown eyes stared round the room, as if looking for a way of escape. "If I may prophesy, you will be worried a good deal," said Mrs. Decie coldly, "before you have finished with this affair." The anxious, uncertain glance which Herr Paul gave her at these words roused an unwilling feeling of compunction in her. "You are not made for the outraged father of the family," she said.
He was fixing his eye on a spot in the floor as though he expected it to explode and blow them to fragments. In another corner Mrs. Decie, with half-closed eyes, was running her finger-tips across her brow. "What have you said to him?" cried Christian. Herr Paul regarded her with glassy eyes. "Mein Gott!" he said. "Your aunt and I!" "What have you said to him?" repeated Christian. "The impudence!
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