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Updated: April 30, 2025
That it was not an amusing conversation would have been clear from the agitation of Derek's manner as he strode up and down the room, as well as from the rigidity with which his cousin, usually a limp person, held herself erect, in the attitude of a woman who has no intention of retiring from the stand she has taken.
Felix, who had a tendency to note how things affected other people, watched Derek's inspection of these memorials and marked that they excited in him no tendency to ribaldry.
It's like the port you gave us last night, Uncle Felix, wonderful crust!" "And what is to be your contribution to its renovation?" Derek's face instantly resumed its peculiar defiant smile, and Felix thought: 'Young beggar! He's as close as wax. After their little talk, however, he had more understanding of his nephew. His defiant self-sufficiency seemed more genuine....
"Will you, Fulton, be good enough to bring me a glass of wine and a few biscuits while I write? I must ask you, Simmons, for a railway guide." In Derek's own room she sat down at the desk where, six months ago, she had arranged his letters on the night when he had returned from South America.
A door opened; all the blood rushed to her heart and away from it, and with a little dreadful gurgle she was silent. Some one was listening. How long that terrible listening lasted she had no idea; then footsteps, and she was conscious that it was standing in the dark behind her. A foot touched her back. She gave a little gasp. Derek's voice whispered hoarsely: "What? Who are you?"
A porter having come from the hotel and seized Derek's valise, it was necessary for them to go in and attend to the small preliminaries of arrival. When they were finished Derek returned to Diane, who had seated herself in a wicker chair beside one of the numerous tea-tables to which a large part of the hall was given up.
In the act, from which Dorothea did not draw back, there was nothing beyond the admission of a certain degree of intimacy; but Diane felt, through all her highly trained subconscious sensibilities, the shock it produced in Derek's mind.
The circumstances of that meeting had caused it to take root and grow. To Jill Derek's mother was by this time not so much a fellow human being whom she disliked as a something, a sort of force, that made for her unhappiness. She was a menace and a loathing.
Again the young man attempted the ceremonious by apologizing for the informality of his surroundings and the state of his dress; but again he faltered before the haggard glare in Derek's eyes. "I want to talk to you," Pruyn said, abruptly. Bienville made a gesture of mingled politeness and astonishment. "Certainly; but shall we not sit down while we do it? Will you smoke?
Say the word, and I'll buzz along and lend my moral support." Derek's heavy eyebrows closed together in an offended frown, and seemed to darken his whole face. This unsolicited offer of assistance hurt his dignity. He showed a touch of the petulance which came now and then when he was annoyed, to suggest that he might not possess so strong a character as his exterior indicated.
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